School: Glassalts (roll number 1239)
- Location:
- Glasalt or Treanfasy, Co. Donegal
- Teacher: M. P. Ó Dochartaigh
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- XML “The Village on the Brae”
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- (continued from previous page)A straw-thatched cabin stands beside the road
(Beside the road) From whose quaint gable two large stones protrude
This way the favorite fable, sought by all
On Sunday afternoon's for playing ball,
Where gay spectators watched, with many a thrill
The local champions demonstrate their skill
The village Gossip, garted in home-spun grey,
From house to house he made his rounds each day.
With pipe and stick he tarried at each (day) door
To tell the news, then lift in quest of more,
Foreigh or local news, what e'er about,
He always was first it out.There dawn comes softly o'er the dewy braes,
And, as if loath to leave, sunset delays
The lowing cows troop home at even's fall,
From moors, and dusky holms where corncrakes call.
Across the fields a winding footpath ran,
Through golden whins and snowy ceanalan;
By many a hawthorn hedge, with blossoms graced,
On to the rustic bridge, one more replaced;
For Lammas floods, with corps oft havoc play,
And e'en one swept the rustic bridge away.
O'er this quaint path, for generations, pass
The villagers to market and to Mass.(continues on next page)