Scoil: Lorg an Iarla (uimhir rolla 13590)

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   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   I
   As the sun sank in the west,
   On a glorious harvest eve,
   The golden grain stood in the stooks
   As we the fields did leave,
   II
   On the 27th of September as I did go to rest
   Little thinking that the morrow
   Would give new life by birth
   III
   At break of day the Nurse was called.
   The doctor followed hard
   A baby girl to us was born,
   To make our hearts right glad,
   IIII
   We spent the day in idleness
   We could have chimed the bells
   But alas! a river yet to cross,
   Its width no man can tell.
   V
   The doctor soon he told us,
   Of danger running high,
   For septic is your dear wife's lot

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