Scoil: Árd na Giuíse (Firmount), Donaghmore (uimhir rolla 1692)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Lines Written on Reading of the Death of Dan Herlihy Poet and Patriot (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   No coward thoughts ere entered
   Into that noble mind;
   No cringing servile sentiment,
   A harbour there could find
   Ah no! his noble soul was filled
   With thoughts his land to serve
   To raise the green above the red
   Or fill a patriots grave
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   The dungeon cell no terrors had
   Nor yet the cruel sneer
   Of iron-hearted warders
   Who loved to laugh and jeer
   At him when in the prison cell
   Though bound, hand and foot was he
   He thought of nought save how he could
   His native land to free.
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   His friends in poor old Ireland
   The friends he loved so well
   And everyone who ever knew
   His startling worth can tell
   For the poor he always did his best
   A friend in need was he
   Ah! would we had some thousand more
   Like poor Dan Herlhy.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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