Scoil: Borris (C.)

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1. An Old Song (ar lean)

   “Twas in the year of ninety eight, the time of the blood and woe, when many a Saxon reeled”

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   They heeded not the women's cry,
   But struck the ruddy match,
   And soon the blazes mounted high,
   From rafter beam and thatch,
   Then grimly smiled the blood-hounds,
   On each grimly face and grin,
   Little thinking of their fores
   That were concealed within.
   IIII
   Said one of Wexford boys,
   As he peeped from out the door,
   Five troops are without, within we have but four,
   And another blow for Ireland.
   As the door they bursted through,
   Soon five horses without riders,
   Were prancing through the yard,
   Four horses beneath the whip and spur,
   Were prancing hard, to gain
   The shelter of the camp
   In yonder vale.
   IV
   A maid stepped from out the house,
   Her hair was raven black,
   She picked a troopers pistol,
   She jumped on a horses back,
   As fast as ever a racehorse yet,

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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