Scoil: Clondalkin (Pres. Convent) (uimhir rolla 7883)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. The Boys from Paddy's Shore (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   We only have one life to loose [sic] -
   Therefore we're not afraid
   Although we're far from Ireland
   This day we'll let you see
   That we'll die like sons of Erin's Isle
   Or keep our liberty.

   7
   The Irish boys got to their sticks
   Which made those English frown
   And as fast as they could strike a blow
   They knocked those soldiers down
   The officer and all his men
   They left them in their gore
   And proved themselves St Patrick's sons
   Upon Columbia's shore

   8
   You would think it was a slaughterhouse
   Wherein those soldiers lay
   The officer and all his men
   In carts were drawn away
   With bloody head and broken bones
   The [sic] will mind for evermore
   The well seasoned old blackthorn sticks
   And the boys from Paddy's shore.

   9
   A Frenchman that was passing by
   And saw what they did do

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

   Stair Athraigh

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Bailitheoir

   Monica Murphy

   Inscne

   Baineann

   Seoladh

   Lána an Uisce, Co. Bhaile Átha Cliath