School: An Ráth Mhór (Clochar) (roll number 13742)

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1. On the Death of Tadhg O'Cronin's Three Children

   

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   I
   Rathmore moored her sails were sent
   Her prosperity was maimed the house of sorrow
   A fog fell so quickly that I cannot see the sword burst
   On her lime white mansion, the most hospitable sore affection is the tidings

   II
   Moreover, violently snatched away by a strong great flood
   Are her prizes, her jewls, her roof-tree, her music
   A spark leaped up onto her forehead, burning her
   And her beautiful precious coverlets, and her noble goblets of gold

   III
   It is bitter sorrow and torture, it is painful wounding without care,
   It is a sore calamity in the west, it is a black sickly fever
   It is a longing to weep without mirth, it is a fit of heart sickness
   That Eileen is in the clay of the churchyard and Diarmuid and Tadhg.

   IV
   Oh Lord Who didst suffer death and the signal insult of the blind
   Conduct to Thy mansion of brightness, the three who are in bondage;
   A store of wisdom I beseech for this hospitable father
   That he may be able to bow down in Thy sight before Thy Divine Will.

   V
   Three stainless pearls, three of mild polished manners
   Three calm candles of the sun, three most skilful in action
   Three years of corn, without bending who were not old in years
   Three stars in virtues and without pride

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