Scoil: Bréan-tráigh (B.)
- Suíomh:
- Bréantrá, Co. Chorcaí
- Múinteoir: Tomás Ó Donnabháin
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Ar an leathanach seo
- (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)Do not like others from Albania's land
Reject the customs which our laws demand,
Hence at the port the wanted tribute pay
You'll stake your life for any proud delay."
"If such," the youth said, with a sneering smile,
"Has been the custom of your worthless Isle
Yet never more shall it a chief disgrace
For this right arm shall your proud laws efface."
Thus while he spoke, collected all his might,
Fiercely he moved his conquering arms to fight,
No stop or stay his furious falchion found
Till his dire hand a hundred warriors bound.
'Twas then the kingly soul of Conall rose,
The pride of all, the dread of Erin's foes,
But soon beneath the fierce Connlaoc he lay
Bound, and no more to boast unrivalled sway.
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Then did the king a courier send away
Unto Dundealgain where Cuculainn lay.
{King of warriors} "Welcome Cuculainn, most intrepid chief,
Though slowly thou has come to our relief,
Behold thy friend the mighty Conal bound.
Behold a hundred warriors bide this ground."
Cu. "I wonder any foe should dare our coasts,
Lost are they all the pride of Erin's hosts
How can I think my arm can here prevail
When Conal's model skill and prowess fail."(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)- Bailitheoir
- Tomás Ó Donnabháin
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