Scoil: Glassalts (uimhir rolla 1239)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Dear Old Inishowen (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   Among the brown dishevelled heath
   That shields the Norway drake;
   Lies that placid sheet of water
   That's called Meendoran Lake;
   Like mirrour bright reflecting back
   Those granite peaks so high,
   That guard the wild birds of the storm
   And echo back their cry.
   Beyond in the path of the setting sun
   Neath Occidental skies;
   On the verge of the ocean, bleak and wild,
   Proud Buliba does rise –
   Like a sable cloud when hovering round
   Fair Luna, the queen of night,
   He wraps his brows in a misty shroud,
   And vanishes from my sight.
   Where soaring billows rage and foam,
   And sweep the land in spray;
   Glasheedy rears his rugged head,
   And smiles on Pollin Bay;
   Behind does an ancient castle stand,
   Erected by one McFall;
   And now that remains is the crumbling tower
   Of that once majestic hall.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

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