Scoil: Eslin (uimhir rolla 10026)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Song - Skibbereen

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   This is an old song always sung ago, and is sung up the present day by Peter McGann. He says it was always a very nice song.

   
   SKIBBEREEN

   Oh, father dear I often hear men speak of Erins's isle

   It seems so bright and beautiful, as rich and rare the soil;

   They say it is a lonely land, wherein a prince might dwell,

   Then why have you abandoned it? The reason to me tell.

   
   (II)

   My son, I loved my native land with fervour and with pride

   Its lonely groves, its mountains blue, and valleys green and wide,

   It was there I spent my manhood's prime and sported while a boy

   The shamrock and shillelah were my youthful hope and joy

   
   (III)

   But then a blight came o'er the crops, my

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

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   Teanga

   Béarla

   Bailitheoir

   Pilib Mac Aonghusa

   Inscne

   Fireann

   Gairm bheatha

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

   Seoladh

   Mohill, Co. Leitrim