Scoil: Srónaill (Shronell) (uimhir rolla 15008)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. A Forgotten Tipperary Poet (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   A voice of joy came oe'r me
   More holy to my ear
   Than wild harps breathing dreamy,
   Or blackbirds warbling streamy;
   No seraph choir could fram me
   Such soft music dear.
   II
   More sweet than anthems holy
   Brought seaward from Rome,
   Than spells by wizards spoken
   O'er stolen maidens doom
   Or cuckoo's song inspiring
   Where woods green hills environ
   Save love for one fair siren
   It banished my gloom
   III
   The golden leaves were ranging
   The air for a chief;
   Twas freedom's trumpet woken,
   And dark tyrants' grief;
   And George, a homeless ranger
   His tribe the faithless stranger
   Far banished - and their danger,
   My glad heart's relief
   IV
   If o'er me lay at Shronell
   The hard flag of doom
   And came the sound of sweetness
   To cheer the cold gloom

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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