School: Glassalts (roll number 1239)
- Location:
- Glasalt or Treanfasy, Co. Donegal
- Teacher: M. P. Ó Dochartaigh
Archival Reference
The Schools’ Collection, Volume 1116, Page 72
Image and data © National Folklore Collection, UCD.
See copyright details.
DownloadOpen data
Available under Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International (CC BY 4.0)
- XML School: Glassalts
- XML Page 72
- XML “The Village on the Brae”
- XML “Hallow-Eve”
Note: We will soon deprecate our XML Application Programming Interface and a new, comprehensive JSON API will be made available. Keep an eye on our website for further details.
On this page
- (continued from previous page)Across the fields that rustic path still runs;
Still, nutters seek the glen; the golden whins
Are flourished on the brass, where corncrakes call
On Sunday afternoons they still play ball
At the same gable where they used to play;
And carts come down the road each market day.
But, yet there's many a change since day of yore -
The village Gossip makes his rounds no more!
Like his compeers, he's vanished from the scene -
Above his grave the grass has long been green
Swept by the hand of Time, that moves space
Another generation takes their place!(continues on next page)
- Hallow-Eve
All the fairy folk of ireland -and there must be millions in it—
Will repair, to-night, to Aileach when their high king gives the call.
From thench to ride o’re Ireland, and it won’t take them a minute
To cross a thousand moorlands and a hundred mountains tall.(continues on next page)
