Scoil: Clochar Muire, Tobar an Choire (uimhir rolla 12166)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Peter Flood's Jacket (ar lean)

   

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   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   daylight did expire,
   He went into his little cabin and he sat beside the fire,
   He took out his pipe and fingered it and then shook out the dust,
   And immediately drew out a coal and took a beggar's thrust,
   And though he smoked to bother grief and strove to wear it by,
   At every time that he'd spit out, he'd let a heavy sigh,
   His face was pale and languid and his eyes were dull and dim,
   And his nose though tipped with cherry red was changed to purple then
   He sat in silence all the while both pensive sad and dull,
   Till at length he rose a whillaloo like Mr. Eger's bull,
   His wife she started in surprise and asked what caused his pain,
   And it's then regarding his old coat the tale he did explain.
   She told him rest contented, and not let his courage down,
   Saying "You'll get a coat my darling was the cat to go to pound,

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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