Scoil: An Ráth Mhór (Clochar) (uimhir rolla 13742)
- Suíomh:
- An Ráth Mhór, Co. Chiarraí
- Múinteoir: Sr. M. Dolores
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- XML Leathanach 134
- XML “On the Death of Tadhg O'Cronin's Three Children”
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Ar an leathanach seo
- I
Rathmore moored her sails were sent
Her prosperity was maimed the house of sorrow
A fog fell so quickly that I cannot see the sword burst
On her lime white mansion, the most hospitable sore affection is the tidingsII
Moreover, violently snatched away by a strong great flood
Are her prizes, her jewls, her roof-tree, her music
A spark leaped up onto her forehead, burning her
And her beautiful precious coverlets, and her noble goblets of goldIII
It is bitter sorrow and torture, it is painful wounding without care,
It is a sore calamity in the west, it is a black sickly fever
It is a longing to weep without mirth, it is a fit of heart sickness
That Eileen is in the clay of the churchyard and Diarmuid and Tadhg.IV
Oh Lord Who didst suffer death and the signal insult of the blind
Conduct to Thy mansion of brightness, the three who are in bondage;
A store of wisdom I beseech for this hospitable father
That he may be able to bow down in Thy sight before Thy Divine Will.V
Three stainless pearls, three of mild polished manners
Three calm candles of the sun, three most skilful in action
Three years of corn, without bending who were not old in years
Three stars in virtues and without pride(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)