Scoil: Drumkerl

Ar an leathanach seo

1. The Tenant Right (ar lean)

   

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   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   For innocent was his pastime, till he met his sad downfall Young Morton fell a victim to an Orange rifle ball.

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2. The Knights of Drumlane

   

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   I
   One morning in May, as primrose sprang gay,
   And the Valleys being spangled all around.
   The birds on each tree, join in sweet melody.
   They would charm the air with their sound,
   My mind free from care, and some time for to spare
   My blood dancing in every vein;
   My heart full of glee, being bent on a spree
   And I went to see lovely Drumlane.
   II
   As I walked by the Grove, where fond lovers rove
   The rose tipped with the bright dew of morn,
   In a blooming sweet shade, I beheld a fair maid
   Sitting under a snowy white thorn.
   As I stood on the road near a rural abode
   The place is called Nixon's demense.
   Till at length she did say, must I part you this day
   My gallant young Knight of Drumlane.
   III
   This maiden so fair, with her long golden hair.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

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