Scoil: Drong (2)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Old Song (ar lean)

   “There was a man and a silly old man as I heard people say”

   

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   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   This old man he swore By the sun and the moon And the green leaves on the tree If his wife sh'd do no more work in her life She couldn't be blamed by he.

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2. Old Song

   “I cut my stick and I greased my brogues”

   

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   1. I cut my stick and I greased my brogues
   The latter end of May, Sir.
   And off to Dublin I did go
   To walk upon the quay, Sir.

   2. For England fair then I was bound
   To cut the hay and corn,
   I turned my back on Ireland
   The place where I was born
   ChorusWith my Tilly macoo - no heart more true
   Than Belly ORourke, the bothar.

   3. As I was going up the street
   I met a man on the road, Sir
   He was mounted on a big white horse.
   And the deel a word he spoke, Sir.

   4. Neither hat nor whips nor spurs he'd got
   And "By Jove said I if your horse does stiv
   On the street you'll surely be tossed, Sir."

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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