“Tá mo grád-sa tiar”
Tá mo grádh-sa thiar
’S níl le fiadhaigh na le falaí
Acht i dteach an stíl a bhí sé
Nuair a gabh an t-airm dearg é.
Tiocfaidh mo grádh-sa amárach
Agus tiocfaidh sé an lá in’ dhiaidh
Béidh sé ag teacht gach uile lá
Go dtagaidh sé ar deireadh thiar.
by John O Brien, BallydrumOnce there was a man coming from cardplaying very late at night. As he was coming along, he never felt until a girl, who had the death-habit on her, raced up to him. She spoke to him and said “Do you think will I be at the grave-yard before a quarter to one.” “I think you will” replied the man.
Just then he saw two big black dogs tied together, and with their tongues out. They were running very
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