Scoil: Ballinagore (C.) (uimhir rolla 16341)

Suíomh:
Ballynagore, Co. Westmeath
Múinteoir:
Miss A. Heduan
Brabhsáil
Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0734, Leathanach 228

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Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0734, Leathanach 228

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  1. XML Scoil: Ballinagore (C.)
  2. XML Leathanach 228
  3. XML (gan teideal)

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  1. (gan teideal) (ar lean)

    An Orange man from beyond the river.

    (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)
    In puzzling and perplexing doubt
    Bill wandered aimlessly about
    Until he stumbled on a place
    Where over the Archway he could trace
    In plain large letters "Purgatory,,
    Now here says Bill is a likely story
    I thought there was'nt such a place
    But here it stares me in the face
    I'll knock perhaps they'll give me lodging
    I'm tired of this Celestial dodging
    He knocked and lo an ancient Pope
    Stood at the gate and thus did say
    Mortal whence comest thou I pray
    From earth your Reverence Bill replied
    Strange, says the Pope I never heard
    Ought of your coming from any Priest
    They might have sent me word at least
    Say mortal what was your Profession
    Who was it heard your last Confession
    I am a Protestant says Bill
    But I will your behests fulfil
    If you will only let me stay
    For I have come a weary way
    He says my child wee'l take you in
    And cleance you from that deadly sin
    Perhaps ten thousand thousand years
    Of fastings punishments and tears
    Would purge out the heretical taint
    And turn you out a Patron Saint
    Say what false church did you belong
    Although of course they all are wrong
    My Lord an Orange man was I
    His Hoiness here heaved a sigh
    Then crossed himself and began to scatter
    Around the place some Holy Water
    Then sadly turning to Bill he said
    A Protestant may escape if clever
    But Orangemen are doomed for ever
    The Pope here sadly shut the gate
    And Bill was left once more to fate
    Muttering of craft and Popish leaven
    And plotting to reform Heaven
    By instituting Orange Lodges
    To circumvent the Popish Dodges
    Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha.
    Teanga
    Béarla
    Faisnéiseoir
    Mr Menton
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    Fireann
    Aois
    87
    Seoladh
    Ballynagore, Co. Westmeath