Looking through my opera glasses,
On Sunday at the Sports field,
Their first time I have seen lassies
The camogies to wield.
A leafless tree I've found;
I sheltered in its boughs a while
Far high above the ground.At the schedul'd hour - half past three -
The Roscommon ladies towed the line,
Their colours shining brilliantly
They were looking fit and fine.Then come the ladies of Oran
All winsome, blithe and gay,
Their name and fame is soarin'
Seems ready for the fray.When the play was started
On the Roscommon's ground the ball did roll
Too soon its backs were thwarted
By Oran scoring the first goal.
(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)