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Ar an leathanach seo

1. A Song - Feilme (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   And when the both their tears had dried.
   Pat drew his chair up by her side
   And mourned the loss of Feilme.
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   O Pat you are the funny lad
   You make me laugh though I feel sad.
   To see you I was always glad
   You so resemble Feilme.
   8
   O Pat you have the funny ways
   (You) Draw up your chair beside me please.
   I'll see and rise for you a blaze
   I talked too much of Feilme.
   9
   This is the night of frost and snow
   I see your fire is burning low.
   Give me my hat for I must go
   You talked too much of Feilme.
   10
   Take this small hatchet in your grip
   And up the stairs in secret slip
   Off Feilme's thigh you'll take a chip
   Or two or more off Feilme.
   11
   And as the fire lower grew
   On the flames a chip Pat threw,
   Off the alder chump her shoes she drew
   And says away with Feilme.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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