Scoil: Cill an Mhuilinn, Malla (uimhir rolla 15903)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. The Bridge of Glenwillan (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   When its thunder clangs hoarse through the gorges,
   And the lightnings leap out from its breast,
   With our loud ringing slogan of battle
   On their thick-serried squadrons we bore,
   With a flashing of helmets and sabres,
   And a rattling of matchlocks galore,
   Till the fresh green was strewn with their corses,
   And the causeway was slippery with gore.

   "Then I rode side by side on the causeway,
   With your true-love so gallant and leal,
   As he charged 'mongst the foremost and bravest,
   In his morion and bright jack of steel.
   I could hear the loud clang of his horse-hoofs,
   As he swept o' er the red bridge's crown,
   And many a bold Saxon trooper
   'Neath the sweep of his long sword went down.
   This day for thy Dermot of Mourne
   Is a bright day of deathless renown.

   "Then, weep not, fair maid, by Glenara ;
   In triumph thy love will return,
   His plume waved to-day 'midst the foremost
   Of the hard-riding clansmen of Mourne.
   His name shall be sacred among us,
   And a watchword in foray and fray !"
   Then that fierce clansman glared o'er the moorland,

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

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