Scoil: Abbeytown Convent N.S. (uimhir rolla 15043)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Local Songs - My Native Town of Boyle (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   To mingle with the soil
   May their souls in Heaven rest in peace.
   While their bodies lie near Boyle.

   

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2. Local Songs

   “Like a sad strain of bardic music old”

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   I
   "Like a strain of bardic music old
   To substance wrought by weird enchantment's spell
   And built into beauty visible
   In grace austere of chastened charm and cold
   The Abbey stands amid the meadow's gold
   Silent its tower and mute its matin bell
   That ages since pealed to mountain and dell
   And o'er the land our Lad's anthems tolled.

   II
   How brave Moylurg from many a conquering fight
   Came here to thank God for victory!
   And of that day when in embattled might
   To death rode hence the Saxon chivalry.
   When Hugh O'Donnell held the Curlieu's Height,
   And Coyners Clifford fell at Ballagh Bwee!

   III
   And of that earlier age these stones could tell
   When great Columba trod the banks of Boyle,
   And blessed and fruitful made the fertile soil;
   When sweet Attracta held hard by her cell,
   And healed God's sick with prayer and miracle
   And later when to burn, and slay and spoil
   With guilt whereof no saint might them, asoil

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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