Scoil: Glassalts (uimhir rolla 1239)

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1. Dear Old Inishowen

   

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   Dear Old Inishowen
   One evening as I wandered forth,
   From daily labours free;
   To take an observation from
   The hill of Glenmakee;
   Bright Sol was sinking in the west,
   His last expiring rays
   Illum'd the sparkling dewdrops
   On Cregnahorna's braes.
   Slieve Snaughty, the mighty monarch
   That wears the royal crown,
   It first to catch your wondering gaze,
   He looks in splendour down
   Upon the little zone of hills
   That guard their Royal sire,
   And sparkle in the setting sun
   Like glittering gems of fire.
   Next Barnan of the rugged peak;
   Ah! how my heart does sigh;
   The last green hill of Innishowen
   To catch the exile's eye,
   As round the cliffs of Binion
   he skims the briny spray,
   To seek his home in an alien (spray) clime
   Three thousand miles away.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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