Scoil: Kilmore (uimhir rolla 13010)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. O'Ruairc's Request (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   I heard the cry that off my land where breakers rise and roar,

   The sailors from a wrecking ship were striving for the shore,

   I hurried to the frightful scene, my generous people too,

   Men, women, even children, came, some kindly deed to do.

   We saw them clutching spars and planks that soon were washed away;

   Saw others bleeding on the rocks low moaning where they lay.

   
   (III)

   We took them to our hearts and homes, and bade them there remain

   Till they might leave with hope to reach their native land again.

   This is the "treason" you have charged! Well, treason let it be,

   One word of sorrow for such fault you'll never hear from me

   I'll only say - although you hate my race, and creed and name

   Were your folk in that dreadful plight I would have done the same

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

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   Topaicí

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

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