Scoil: Tón Ruadh (uimhir rolla 12809)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. A Local Song

   “Oh father dear I often hear you”

   

   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.

   I Oh father dear I often hear you Speak of Erins Isle Its lofty scenes its valleys green Its mountains rude and wild. You say itis a lovely place Where in a prince might dwell And why did you abandon it The reason to me tell II Oh son you were but two years old And feeble was your frame I could not leave you With your friends You bore your father's name. I wrapped you in my córa mór At the dead of night unseen I hevaed a sigh and bad goodbye To dear old Erins Isle. III Your mother two God rest her God rest her soul Lay on the snowy ground She in her anger fainted At the desolated found She never rose but passed away From life to mortal dreams And there she found a grave of rest

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

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   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Bailitheoir

   Máirtín Ó Phléamonn

   Inscne

   Fireann

   Seoladh

   Brackloonagh South, Co. Mayo