hundred pounds by me". They all guessed wrongly until it came to Fionn. "Five years" answered Fionn. "Right" said the man as he handed him the money.
School: Tuar an Fhíona, Cluain Meala
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I am a young lad who in sorrow takes part,
Since a charming young demsen has conquered my heart,
And now for whose loss I am forced to bewail,
Through the verdant green bramble by the plains of Nire Vale.
No rose in the garden with her cheeks could compare,
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