Scoil: Mullagh (C )

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Local Verses about Mullagh Hill (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   For God was better to me than to most men you see
   I was born neath sweet Mullagh Hill.

   South America's grand ,tis a wonderful land
   Where Gods gifts are plain to be sen;
   But theres only one land made by his own hand
   That island eternally green
   Now, most men grow old, striving daily for gold,
   But it is not for wealth that I yearn:

   I'll be happy ,when dead if I pillow my head
   in the spot where St.Killian was born
   Sure ten times I would rather one clash from my father
   Than handle a financiers bill;
   Any my mothers kind smile than a millionaires pile
   And I'll find them neath sweet Mullagh Hill.
   The foregoing poem was written

   

   Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha.

   Stair Athraigh

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Bailitheoir

   Mary Murchan

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