Scoil: Killorglin (C.) (uimhir rolla 12833)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Liostaí Sceilge (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   Saying, "Ocón mo brón, my Ellie, I won't live another year."

   Who should be there in faces gay, When all around were sad, Jim Naughton and his lassy, They did not look so bad, He says "My Dearest Mary, Our youthful days are spent, Prepare and we'll get married, At Easter after Lent."

   Next and there God bless the pair, Comes Macky and his dear, At the Laune side he sits his bride, Upon his sword of green, And whispers slyly in her ear, The air of "Cathleen."

   Another chap we can't surpass, His talk would turn a mill, He coaxed the Nurse's servant, And her name was Nancy Till, It's at the gate each night he waits, By the people I am told, Until the hour of twelve o'clock.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

   Stair Athraigh

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Bailitheoir

   Áine Ní Chlubháin

   Inscne

   Baineann

   Seoladh

   Farrantoreen, Co. Kerry