Scoil: Araglin (C.), Cill Úird (uimhir rolla 9248)

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1. A Song - The Race Night Out in Doon

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   In Clamper town of high renown,
   A place ye all know well,
   And up at the top of Lyre Barry,
   This Irish lad doth dwell,
   His name is Paddy Clancy,
   And his age is twenty-six,
   And his mind it won't be easy
   Until Goulding he will fix,
   For the striking of the Gouldings
   The race night out in Doon,
   He was forced to travel far and near,
   His name for to renew.

   The morning I came home from Doon,
   Remembered long will be,
   When Casey the Policeman,
   He followed after me,
   He followed me over Barnahown Road,
   With John Condon by his side,
   The people said he was afraid,
   So he carried him for a guide,
   He followed me over Barnahown Road,
   Until he came to Mick Lynch's gate,
   It was there I stepped across the road,

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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