School: Taobh Breac (roll number 15227)

Location:
Tievebrack, Co. Donegal
Teacher:
Donnchadh E. Mac Congáile
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    22. They had sailed the minstrel knew not how long,
    On those waters of silvery sheen:
    For his thoughts, beguiled by the fairy song,
    Had in realms afar off been,
    When a hurricane gale sprang up in the East,
    And came with a savage roar,
    Tossing the waves into boiling yeast
    That clung to each bending oar.
    23. On came the winds with a lightning sweep
    From their far-off Eastern home.
    And the fated bark with a sudden leap
    Went down in the boiling foam
    The fairy forms with exultant yell
    Leaped forth with a lightning motion
    And were borne away on the hurricane’s swell
    But the minstrel sank in the ocean
    24. On, on he sank in the watery deep
    For the fates forbade him drown:
    On, twice then thousand fathom deep,
    And still as he glided down
    The waters kept surging to and fro
    With a wild tumultuous ringing
    And down in the ocean’s caves below
    Were a band of sea-nymphs singing
    25. “Hail, thou king of the tempest! Hail
    Fiend of the deep!
    Breathing thy wrath in the hissing gale,
    Mocking with groan and shriek and wail
    And eyes that weep
    The waifs whose doom thy voice is knelling
    Then to the skies thy fury telling:
    The blackening clouds with taunts insulting,
    Which goaded by thee to rebelling
    High on their aerial thrones exulting
    Frown dark as from their bosoms swelling
    Faint lightning’s peep!”
    26. A challenge: ho: Through the clefted air
    The bright fangs flash,
    And smite thy crest with a lurid glare
    While the clouds their frenzied bosoms tear
    As the angry crash
    Of their smothered fury bondage breaking,
    Rushing, trembling, rallying, quaking
    Distant trembling echoes making
    Fills the dark night. In mocking fashion
    Thy voice with fiendish laughter shaking
    Is heard above their frantic passion
    Their wrath hath set thee merry, making.
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    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    Topics
    1. place-space-environment
      1. land management (~4,110)
    Language
    English
    Collector
    Donnachadh E. Mac Congáile
    Gender
    Male
    Occupation
    Múinteoir
    Informant
    James Mc Loughlin
    Gender
    Male
    Address
    Tievebrack, Co. Donegal