Scoil: Lios Dubh (C.)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. The Jackets Green (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   But I loved him for himself alone
   And the colour bright he wore.
   For had he come in England's red
   To make me England's queen,
   I'd rove the high green hills instead
   For the sake of the Irish green.
   IV
   When William stormed with shot and shell
   At the walls of Garryowen,
   In the breach of death my Donal fell,
   And he sleeps near the Treaty Stone.
   That breach the foeman never crossed
   While he swung his broadsword keen;
   But I do not weep my darling lost,
   For he fell in his jacket green.
   V
   When Sarsfield sailed away I wept
   As I heard the wild ochone.
   I felt, then dead as the men who slept
   'Neath the fields of Garryowen.
   White Ireland held my Donal blessed,
   No wild sea rolled between,

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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