Scoil: Béal Átha an Dá Chab

Ar an leathanach seo

1. An Exiles Farewell

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   The sun went down on the hazel dell
   When the deadly fight was o'er,
   Some thousands lay on the battle field
   Their lives to claim no more,
   The moon shone pale on the damp, cold, ground,
   Where a dying soldier lay,
   The breath of death around him crept,
   As his life blood flowed away,
   A passing comrade heard his moans
   And soon the sufferer found,
   As he gently raised his aching head off the damp, cold, ground,
   Come gently, softly, comrade,
   No more on this earth I'll stray
   I never will roam the hills at home
   In Ireland far away.

   II
   A lock of my hair I crave you bear
   To my mother that's o'er the sea,
   And every time she will look at it
   She will surely think of me,
   Tell her at home no more I'll roam,
   Where in childhood I loved to stray,

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

   Stair Athraigh

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Bailitheoir

   Rose Hickey

   Inscne

   Baineann

   Seoladh

   Sceach an Óir Thoir, Co. Chorcaí

   Faisnéiseoir

   Mrs Hickey

   Inscne

   Baineann

   Aois

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   Seoladh

   Sceach an Óir Thoir, Co. Chorcaí