School: Caolchoill (roll number 16087)
- Location:
- Kealkill, Co. Cork
- Teacher: Mícheál Ó Laoghaire
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Full frequently from sea to sky
That chieftain looks with anxious eye,
But nought can be distinguished there
More desperate than his heart's despair
On yonder shore what means that light
That flings its murky flare through night?
Along the margin of the ocean
It moves with slow and solemn motion
Another follows, and behind
Are torches flickering in the wind.
. . . . . . . .} Cuid den dán atá caillte
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"Is this a time for grief" he cried
And thou thus low, my murdered bride
Fool! to such boyish feelings bow
For other task hath Donal now--
"Hear me, ye thunders upon high!"
And thou, blest ocean, hear my cry!
Hear me! sole, resting friend, my sword!
And thou dark wound; attest my word!
No food, no rest, shall Donal know
Until he lay thy murderer low-
Until each severed, quivering limb.
In its own lustful blood, shall swim
When my heart gains this poor relief
Then Eva wilt thou bless thy Chief-(continues on next page)
