Scoil: Gort Leitreach (uimhir rolla 15960)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Jack Reenan's Hob

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   Jack Keenan's Hob

   
   Good people, give ear to those lines I make mention
   It is my intention the truth to lay down.
   Concerning a hob, you may call it a hob.
   It was built by no stob I can tell you profound
   If you thing it a joke you may go in and smoke.
   And believe not the Poet if you dont see and find
   A hob, I can tell you in Jack Keenan's dwelling
   Right well put together and plastered with lime
   This hob it was built without splices or bits.
   With stones that wont split by the fire or flame.
   They were quarried and go in wonderful rock.
   Where the sledges did hop like a shower of hail.
   But when they were lifted both chiselled and clefted
   Each binder was fitted neatly and sure
   It will stand during ages exposed to the rages
   Of burning hot blazes that all things consume
   It was done with such knowledge so fir and solid.
   We must only call it a structure of art.
   That was undertaken by specification
   But, surely, the mason, he done his own part.
   The mother he used it could not be refused
   It was wrought mixed and bruised in such elegant style
   Without a mistake I can safely dictate
   It will not separate or diminish by time
   I'm sure all the burning in Pluto's dark dungeons
   Would not leave it sundered disordered or cracked

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

   Stair Athraigh

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Bailitheoir

   Higgins

   Gairm bheatha

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

   Seoladh

   Cluain Cuas, Co. Liatroma