Scoil: Achadh an Easa (uimhir rolla 9814)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Peter Flood's Jacket (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   He immediately put on a coat and took a beggar's thrust,
   And as he smoked to bother grief and strove to wear it by,
   And every time he would spit out
   He gave a heavy sigh,
   He smoked all the time in silence, both pensive, sad and dull.
   Until at last he ris a whil-a-loo like Eager's Wicklow bull.
   His wife she started in surprise and asked what caused his pain,
   And regarding his old coat, the tale he did explain
   She told him rest contented and not let his courage down.
   For a coat you'll have “me darling” if the cat went to the pound,
   It’s no matter for the dearness of the pilate or the frieze
   I'll make you a linen walley coat so now dry up your eyes.
   And I’ll line it with the blanket to make it snug and warm
   That you need’nt care for frost or snow or any other storm.
   She had a bunch of yarn that she was

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

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