Scoil: Kenmare (B.) (uimhir rolla 2849)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. On Dromaughty Mountain Oct 1930

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   As I lay on the hill-top mid the heather perfume,
   I feel that my features a bright colour assume,
   This sweet balmy air blowing in from the sea,
   To brighten my memory and bring past thoughts to me.

   
   As I gazed on the hills in a circle around,
   With none to disturb me no voice to resound,
   The sight that's before me no picture can show,
   No fonder impression could Nature bestow.

   
   My own native birth-place I plainly do see,
   With its pleasant green fields smiling on me,
   Where my school-days were spent without sorrow or care,
   To roam and to wander enjoy everywhere.

   
   Oh! what history there in these mountains doth dwell,
   Too much for a poet or historian to tell,
   Where our forefathers prayed by night and by day,
   Till the laws of the Sassanach drove them away.

   
   That Carraig an Aifrinn or Mass Rock on the hill,
   Would make you feel sad and your heart it would trill,
   Where our priests and our people gave honour to God
   Both hungry and cold and not properly clad.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

   Stair Athraigh

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Faisnéiseoir

   Jeremiah O Connor

   Inscne

   Fireann

   Aois

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   Seoladh

   Neidín, Co. Chiarraí