Scoil: Baile an Áird (C.)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. The Galbally Farmer (ar lean)

   

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   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   But the Hayes' defied him and showed him some play
   And told him the rack-rents they never would pay
   For the mud thats around Ballyloundash.
   But some of those bailiffs being holy and wise
   Imagine a Tuttle fell down from the skies
   But he's only excelled by the Father of lies
   For his treachery around Ballyloundash.
   A mule he soon started - Dwyer gave a roar
   That resembled the scream of a tricky old boar,
   But the mule bounded off like renowned Galteemore
   As he coursed all around Ballyloundash.

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   He took them along by the swampiest plains,
   Through hedges and ditches and quarries & drains.
   But the gates were all opened in by-ways & lanes
   By the fair maids of sweet Ballyloundash.
   We knew he was game by the curve of his tail
   And the mettle displayed by him never could fail
   As over the green hills he gave them leg-bail
   On the fair plains of dear Ballyloundash.
   May the muscles that serve you my gallant young mule
   Be elastic and supple those brutes to befool
   When the Tuttles are banished & we'll have home rule
   Our friends will have fair play in Ballyloundash.

   

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