Scoil: Tobar Pádraig (uimhir rolla 4764)

Suíomh:
Tobar Phádraig, Co. Luimnigh
Múinteoir:
Anraoi Ó Broin
Brabhsáil
Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0527, Leathanach 136

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Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0527, Leathanach 136

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  1. XML Scoil: Tobar Pádraig
  2. XML Leathanach 136
  3. XML “The Salts of Clare - The Quilty Fisherman”

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Ar an leathanach seo

  1. (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)
    The art and craft of sailing to finger's end he knew.
    So skilled in navigation, with honours he was classed.
    As bold and brave a sailor as stood before the mast.
    When heading for the Shannon's mouth, outside the coast of Clare.
    A fog most dense enveloped her, which put all in despair.
    The captain worked with all his skill, but could not save the shock.
    For chart and compass was betrayed, she split against a rock.
    The impact, it was dreadful.
    She struck a fatal stone.
    The captain's leg was broken and o'er the bridge was thrown.
    The angry sea was howling and claimed a total wreck.
    'Twas jumping o'er the stern and splashing on the deck.
    The gallant crew were knocked about, all hands were in a mess.
    They could not hoist distress lights or send the S.O.S.
    But on that cold and stormy night the rigging had to take.
    Without food or fire, or raiment for captain, man or mate.
    For forty hours the gallant crew were in this awful plight.
    O! what a dreadful place it was to spend that dreary night.
    And when the morning dawned at length, no hope of life was there.
    All shipwrecked in deep waters, outside the coast of Clare.
    "Lo!", said the sharp lookout man, just a the break of day.
    Behold the hills of Ireland, she's noble sons they say.
    Some of them now might venture to try to save us all.
    I heard of their praise in different tongues in many a port of call.
    Soon the fishermen of Quilty beheld them from the beach.
    And then the warm hearts of Clare with pity loud did screech.
    Then from their homes so humble the villagers all flew.
    All with pity praying and weeping for the foreign ship wrecked crew.
    (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)
    Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha.
    Faisnéiseoir
    John Ryan
    Inscne
    Fireann
    Gairmeacha beatha
    Newsagent
    Poet (Léirítear teidil na ngairmeacha i mBailiúchán na Scol sa bhunteanga inar cláraíodh iad)
    Seoladh
    Tobar Phádraig, Co. Luimnigh