Scoil: Oldcastle (C.) (uimhir rolla 12489)
- Suíomh:
- An Seanchaisleán, Co. na Mí
- Múinteoir: Máire D. Ní Nualláin
Tagairt chartlainne
Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0716, Leathanach 033
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- XML Scoil: Oldcastle (C.)
- XML Leathanach 033
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Ar an leathanach seo
- Oh! could I persuade my young fair one to follow
To the mountains of Sligo away,
On fleet steeds well mounted, far, far, from this valley,
We would fly ere the dawning of day.
For parents or kindred our absence bewailing
How little we'd care o'er the broad Shannon sailing.
In the vales of the West our raptures concealing,
We would love until time was no more.
II
If the fates were so kind to transport us together
To that island recorded in song,
Where youth is perpetual, and hearts never wither,
But each year find us blooming and young.
Together we'd stay there for ages delighted,
And time rolling by find our hearts more united
For that fair hand I'd know when by thousands invited
And we'd love until time was no more.
