Scoil: Drom Dhá Liag (C.) (uimhir rolla 12230)

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1. A Legend of Cape Clear (ar lean)

   

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   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   The tables are set and furnished
   With vessels of bygone years
   And the heroes of Cape Clear's stronghold
   Keep their feast with loud jests and cheers

   
   Rich fruits from the Isles of Adventure
   Gay brocades, vintage rare of yore
   Are heaped high upon the trestles
   And the music swells more and more

   
   Then tales of the past are chanted
   Tales of treasure, of heroes' great fame
   And many brave names are whispered
   In the light of the moon's pale flame

   
   If you venture you'll hear them singing
   With visions you'll see the crew
   Of the phantom ship that passes
   Like swift glimpse of fair morning's dew

   
   But the days and the years are passing
   And the Castle's walls show decay
   But "the wee folk" still guard its treasure
   Be they nought but fable and lay

   
   Still at eve comes that phantom galleon
   Heavy laden with rarest store
   Floating light as a gossamer wave crest
   And its croon mixed with ocean's roar.

   
   (Author unknown)

   

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