Scoil: Dunmanus, Toormore
- Suíomh:
- Dún Mánais Thoir, Co. Chorcaí
- Múinteoir: Helena Lucey
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Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0288, Leathanach 196
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- XML Scoil: Dunmanus, Toormore
- XML Leathanach 196
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Ar an leathanach seo
- (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)Lamentation of Mrs O'Donovan Rossa for her husband.
Pity the fate of a heartbroken lay,
Repining in sorrow and grief
I'm deprived of all comforts
There is nothing can eace me
Alas I can find no relief.
For the love of my darling
My heart did feel sore
Away from my arms, my love he was tore
And banished for ever from his native shore
He is gone, will I ne'er see him more?
Sad was the hour when my darling was taken
And exciled away from his home.
At his cruel fate he became undespairing
As if he were placed on a throne
His motto was freedom, his courage was bold
No money could buy him, neither silver nor gold
When I think on my darling, my blood it ran cold
He is gone, will I ne'er see him more?Never again shall I gaze on the face of my darling
Or listen to his manly sweet voice
Shall I ever again, either night, noon or morning
At his fond loving smile e'er rejoice
Oh where shall I wander or where shall I go
My heart for my husband shall ne'er cease to flow.
He is gone, will I ne'er see him more?
