Scoil: Mín Charraigeach (uimhir rolla 7188)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Nóirín Bán (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   “O, my mother, don’t you know me?”
   Slowly spoke young Noírín Bán.

   IV

   Slowly came the dreary winter:
   And when daisies decked the lawn
   Then a wrecking cough got Nóra
   And it killed young Noírín Dán.
   When she was dead and in her grave
   The widow’s heart was torn,
   And oh! she prayed so earnestly
   For the soul of Noírín Bán.

   V

   There’s a graveyard in Stranolar
   Where the flowers do gently wave,
   There’s a widowed mother kneeling
   By a lonely silent grave;
   “O my Noírín,” she is saying,
   “I am lonesome since you’ve gone,
   ‘Twas the curse of Emigration
   Left you here, young Noírín Bán.

   VI

   Come, all you boys and girls,
   Ponder well before you go
   From your happy homes in Ireland
   To where you little know.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

   Stair Athraigh

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Bailitheoir

   Bernard Doherty

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   Fireann

   Seoladh

   An Gabhlán, Co. Dhún na nGall

   Faisnéiseoir

   Bernard Doherty

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   Tuismitheoir

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   Fireann

   Aois

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   Seoladh

   An Gabhlán, Co. Dhún na nGall