Imleabhar: CBÉ 0189

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Old Song

   “Oh then rise up gallant Sweeney...”

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   OLD SONG

   "Oh then rise up gallant Sweeney
   You have me nearly robbed
   You're sitting by the fire all day from clean daylight til dark.
   You're sitting by the fire all day with Your dudeen in your gob
   I'm afeared You'll ne'r be able to plough the Rocks of Bán

   Me shoes they're getting worn me socks they're getting thin
   My weary heart is breaking I'm afeared it won't wear them
   The win' and rainblowing o'er me head from clear daylight til dawn
   I'm afeared they'll n'eer be able to plough the Rocks of Bán

   Rise up gallant Sweeney and give your horses hay
   Don't feed them ove green marshes

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

   Stair Athraigh

   Cineál míre

   Seanchas

   Teanga

   Béarla

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   Cló Rómhánach

   Faisnéiseoir

   • Mrs Harpur