Scoil: Finea (uimhir rolla 10599)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Myles the Slasher at the Bridge of Finnea (ar lean)

   

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   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   Benburb herd the cry of his troopers,
   And the Backwater rang to his shout,
   When the arm of Red Owen, in vengeance,
   But the Scot and the Saxon to rout;
   From the shores of the Foyle to the Shannon,
   From Adare to the towering Galtees,
   He swept through the ranks of the foeman,
   With his flag floating free in the breeze.
   Vi
   Stout Phelim came down from the mountain,
   O'Reilly rode close by his side,
   And Wherever their slogan resounded,
   Away the false foreigner hide;
   He scattered their legions at Limerick, And stood in the breach at Cloenman,
   Till a score of their iron-clad troopers
   And psalm-singing Puritans fell.
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   And now, ever foremost in battle
   He braves his stout hosts of Munron.
   And stands in the vanguard of danger
   With his troopers all ranged in a row.
   Out rode from the ranks of the foeman.
   The chief of a far lowland glen,
   And proudly demanded O'Reilly
   To surrender the Bridge and his men.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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