Scoil: An t-Éadan Mór

Ar an leathanach seo

1. A Fenian Ballad (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   

   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.

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   Where vultures dink our blood Friends are scattered starved or slain I'm told I'm cursed by God. That I could swear my life long days To serve from Pole to Pole In any other cause but this With safety to my soul.

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2. The Green Woods of Trough

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   I.

   Out from the stately woods of Truagh
   McKenna rides at noon.
   The sun shines bright and not a cloud
   Darkens the sky in June.
   For I have seen from nature's charms
   None can escape his brain
   By flowery dells he makes his way
   And never draws a rein.

   II

   Before him stands that great round tower
   Of Glasslough castle old
   It holds a treasure in his heart
   More dear to him than gold
   For in it dwells the girl he loves
   His dark eyed young Maureen
   Whom yet he hopes to bless his home

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

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