Scoil: Clochar na Trócaire, Meathas Truim (uimhir rolla 13313)
- Suíomh:
- Meathas Troim, Co. an Longfoirt
- Múinteoir: An tSiúr Bernard
Tagairt chartlainne
Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0770, Leathanach 454
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- XML Scoil: Clochar na Trócaire, Meathas Truim
- XML Leathanach 454
- XML “Navan's Fort”
- XML “Signs of Rain - In Rhyme”
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Ar an leathanach seo
- (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)and the man was able to talk after that and was able to relate how two fairies had thrown him into the pit. It is said that no one should ever pass through that fort at night.
- The Soot fall down, The Spaniard Sleeps, The Spider from its cobweb creeps.
Last night the urn went pale to bed,
The moon in Hollow hid her head,
The boaden shepherd heaves a sigh,
I see a rain-bow span the sky,
The walls are damp the ditches smell,
Close id the Pink-eye Pimper Nell.
Hark! how the chairs and tables crack
Old Betty's joints are on the rack
Loud quack the ducks the peacocks cry,
The distance hills are looking nigh,
How restless are the snorting swine,
The busy flies disturb the Kine,
Low o'er the grass the swallow wings.(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile) - Faisnéiseoir
- Mrs Mulryan
- Inscne
- Baineann
- Seoladh
- Lios na Gríosaí, Co. an Longfoirt
