Scoil: Taobh Breac (uimhir rolla 15227)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. The Gray Stone on the Heath

   

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   Níl tú logáilte isteach, ach tá fáilte romhat tras-scríobh a dhéanamh go hanaithnid. Sa chás seo, déanfar do sheoladh IP a stóráil ar mhaithe le rialú cáilíochta.

   Missing (before The Gray Stone On the Heath starts: The Wild Rapparee (continued) 5. But who be those horsemen so late in the storm! And what seems that glare? 'Tis the King's uniform! God grant that awake and not sleeping he be: There are hounds on the track of the Wild Raparee' 6. 'Tis morn, and the horsemen return from the heath But the sword of the foremost is not in its sheath, Ah, no! on its bright point, all gory to see Is the head of the outlaw, the Wild Raparee. FINIS III The Gray Stone On The Heath. 1. O, have you been to Coal-pit Hill Wheres the hares and moorcocks ‘bide, And the huge gray stone of a coffin shape Sleeps on the brown hillside Near the Giants Seat with the print of feet Down in the rock beneath? O some monster Celt of the olden time Hath made his home on this heath! 2. They are relics these of a giant race That ruled ere Fionn held sway, In a distant era that finds no place In the pages of history. But they tell a tale of the ancient Gaedhal Though in letters it be not told It is written deep on the dark hillside And those relics the secret hold. 3. Mayhap some giant shepherd dwelt Below in the valley there, Who oft at morn on the brown heath knelt To his heathen gods in prayer. And all day long his flocks among Caroll’d some ancient lay That told of valour or love or lore In the days when his sires held sway. 4. And when at eve his flocks were penned In some quiet grassy spot Betook him, the quiet hours to spend To a neighbouring shepherd’s cot Or sought yon stream by the last faint gleam Of sunlight still caressed. While his wanderings disturbed but the patient flowers Or drove the coot from her nest.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

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   Teanga

   Béarla

   Bailitheoir

   Donnachadh E. Mac Congáile

   Inscne

   Fireann

   Gairm bheatha

   Múinteoir (Léirítear teidil na ngairmeacha i mBailiúchán na Scol sa bhunteanga inar cláraíodh iad)

   Faisnéiseoir

   James Mc Loughlin

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   Fireann

   Seoladh

   An Taobh Breac, Co. Dhún na nGall

2. The Wild Raparee (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   5. But who be those horsemen so late in the storm?
   And what seems that glare? ‘Tis the King’s uniform!
   God grant that awake and not sleeping he be:
   There are hounds on the track of the Wild Raparee.

   6. ‘Tis morn, and the horsemen return from the heath.
   But the sword of the foremost is not in its sheath,
   Ah, no! on its bright point, all gory to see
   Is the head of the outlaw, the Wild Raparee

   Finis

   

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

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