Scoil: An Clochar (uimhir rolla 14705)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. A Ramble (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   just as the sun was low,
   To ancient Ballyshannon by the falls of Assaroe.

   The wooded slopes of Knather, with your cap of leather brown.
   It runs direct from Belleek to Ballyshannon town
   It rises like a canopy to shelter those who find
   A dwelling by the banks of Erne from the cold and stormy winds.

   Ballyshannon is a picture that's rare to be seen
   Like a frame the fields around it
   would shame the Emerald Green;
   The bridge is like a bangle above the ocean blue,
   On the arm of the Erne where it cuts the town in two.

   I[f] you ever are near the place, go to the Abbey well
   It's when you reach this holy place
   you're underneath a spell
   St. Patrick and the monks of old did

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

   Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha.

   Stair Athraigh

   Topaicí

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Bailitheoir

   Bridget Moohan

   Inscne

   Baineann

   Seoladh

   Ballyshannon, Co. Donegal

   Faisnéiseoir

   Eva Mc Cauly

   Gaol

   Duine neamhghaolta

   Inscne

   Baineann

   Aois

   15

   Gairm bheatha

   Pupil (Léirítear teidil na ngairmeacha i mBailiúchán na Scol sa bhunteanga inar cláraíodh iad)

   Seoladh

   Ballyshannon, Co. Donegal