Scoil: Cloonkeen Kerrill (uimhir rolla 15429)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. A Song (ar lean)

   “Now as the hawthorn is in blossom,”

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   Just like the limited mail,

   The local peasants are going to work,

   The turf season now we all do hail,

   Soon will be heard the toilers laughter

   Where nought was heard but the Gaoithe Sidhe

   And the banshee's wail

   Soon will be seen the old time customs,

   The little turf-fires,

   And the smoke going in the air.

   The old time feats they are recorded

   But none to-day with them can compare

   Young folks are off to the fountain

   To fetch spring water pure and real.

   Then the man cook will be busy very busy,

   Boiling eggs for the midday meal,

   At luncheon time the sames repeated,

   Which fills each workmans heart with glee

   When served with bread and butter,

   Two fresh eggs and a big mug of tea

   This great refresher set us all in motion

   Until the sun is sinking low,

   Then like a trumpet sound is heard

   The shout which means "Home boys home we go".

   Home along the beautiful roadway

   No more hardship there will be

   Thanks to our great and noble statesmen

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

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