Scoil: Pádraig Naofa, Droichead Banndan

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Barry Óg (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   But ere one third its height is reached, young Roche outspeeds them all,
   Tor love has nerved his arm, as he scales yon dizzy height
   And now his hand he has put forth, to pluck the rose so bright.
   But cruel fate has ordered that its touch he n'er shall feel,
   For, one look at his darling, and his fearful brain doth reel.
   The treacherous stone has given way, whereon his foot had stood
   And his body mangled plunges in the Bandon's rapid flood.
   In Eibhlin's face no smile is seen, since Roche sank 'neath the wave,
   And she joined him ere a twelve-month in the land beyond the grave.
   And ere another year its course o'er Barry Óg hath sped
   He was mingled with his fathers in the land beyond the dead.

   

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