Scoil: St Peter's, Phibsboro

Ar an leathanach seo

1. An Old Song in Praise of a Local Belle Entitled - Sally of Brackagh Valley

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   Note:- There are some omissions in this version, while the arrangement of the lines may not be in accordance with poetic rules.

   "Being on one morning for recreation - - - -
   Down by the New Chapel I chanced to stray;
   I met a creature, the pride of nature,
   Who appeared to me like the Queen of May.
   Her jet-black hair all in plaited tresses,
   Hung o'er her shoulders like Holland twine:
   And this lovely fair, did my heart ensnare;
   And I am sure her equal is not in all Donaghmoyne.

   With love impelling my bosom swelling
   I stopped to ask her what was her name.
   Are you Aurora, or Sweet Pandora or the Goddess Flora that fragrance yields?
   Or are you terrestrial or celestial deity
   That's lately sprung from Elysian fields?

   'Kind Sir', she says 'now do not taze me or tantalise me with such renown.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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