Scoil: Cnoc na gCóirne

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Local Songs (ar lean)

   “God save you all my jovial friends,”

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   Chorus:-

   No better man one ever had.
   Beneath the banners of Red Hugh.
   No braver soldiers ever bled.
   At (?) or Waterloo.

   III

   The tyrant he may raise his hand.
   Against the weak to hurt or slay.
   Like brothers we united stand.
   To guard our rights around Athea.
   Where are! where are! the girls.
   Through Erin's isle with our dear colleens can compare?
   There's such temptation in one's smile.
   They'd wind a saintly man from prayer.

   Chorus.

   They are our pride these Irish girls.
   With hearts of men their glances play,
   Their sparkling eyes and silken curls.
   Have gained renown far from Athea.

   IV

   Then here's success to plough and spade.
   And money to each working man.
   With generous hand inclined to aid.
   His struggling neighbour when he can.
   My song is sung whene'er I go.
   My tongue cannot refrain to say.
   Go search dear Ireland high and low.
   You'll find no place like sweet Athea.

   

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

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   P. J. Dalton