Scoil: Ballyduff B. N. School

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Local Songs - The Sandhills of Kilmore (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   And the grouse's lonely call.
   IV
   And many a cold and starry night
   We drilled through Rattoo's plain
   And all along to the Ferry Bridge,
   And Kilmore back again.
   And every night he drilled his men,
   Till the hour of half past four,
   We'll be drilled from this night forward
   On the Sandhills of Kilmore.
   V
   You would like to see those forty-four
   Assembled on the strand
   Assembled for to drill me boys
   Some hours before the dawn
   With the guns upon their shoulders
   And their swords down by the side,
   They formed square or column
   By the Ferry's lonely tide.
   VI
   Our captain is a tall young man,
   And his age is scarce nineteen.
   Although he is young his heart is true,
   And he dearly loves the green,
   And every night he drills his men
   At the hour of half-past four.
   We were often drilled by Nolan
   On the sandhills of Kilmore.

   

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