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1. Poem on Loss of Five Kilbaha Pilots on the Shannon - May 1873

   

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   Níl tú logáilte isteach, ach tá fáilte romhat tras-scríobh a dhéanamh go hanaithnid. Sa chás seo, déanfar do sheoladh IP a stóráil ar mhaithe le rialú cáilíochta.

   The wind sung high on our rocky coast, to the dance of the restless tide, When a vessel strained on her inward way no pilot hand to guide But from landward upon her stormy path some kindly eyes were bent, And forth undismayed to the strangers' aid five dauntless pilots went. There was one who had thrown his spade away as he ran to the water's side. And another, who three short months ago had welcome a youthful bride. But the spade may lie on the garden ridge and the young wife wait in vain, For, by God's decree, from the chilly sea they will never come back again. No wistful farewells those doomed men took as they pushed from their native shore,

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

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