Scoil: Tullogher, Ros Mhic Treoin (uimhir rolla 14648)
- Suíomh:
- Tulachar, Co. Chill Chainnigh
- Múinteoir: Mrs Winnie Murphy
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Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0846, Leathanach 393
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- XML Scoil: Tullogher, Ros Mhic Treoin
- XML Leathanach 393
- XML “Old Songs or Ballads - The Burning of Boolavogue Chapel”
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Ar an leathanach seo
- One cold frosty night in December
I believe it was Christmas time
We all sat round the fire in a circle
And each one did give out his rhyme,
When a feeble tap came to my door
And hastening to open it I ran,
And there to my surprise stood before me
A poor and decrepid old man.
He asked me for a night's shelter
And said for my friends' souls he'd pray.
My heart it was then moved with pity
And I cheerfully told him to stay.
I then brought him in my dwelling,
I placed the old man by the fire,
His age it demanded some honour
And I gave it all it required.
His hair it was greyer than silver,
His garb was all ragged and torn,
And by the sighs he kept constantly heaving
I knew he was sad and forlorn;
He told me some ninety-eight stories,
The most of which I've foregot,(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)
