Scoil: Kilflynn, Lic Snámha (uimhir rolla 15033)

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   Into the total that we heard
   We often add the bitter word.
   But, hearing praise why dont we shout.
   And spread glad tidings round about?

   
   A fabric is foremost 'tis cotton I think,
   And second's a fissure, a crack or a chink.
   I was bashful at courting, oft slow with my dates,
   Then, my third, more alert, won my sweetheart, Miss Bates
   Then, he boasted out loud as he purchased the ring,
   That his wooing wasn't ? fourth but a sensible thing,
   Yes, he swaggered and tragged, with the usual result -
   To my poor injured heart there was added insult.
   All his friends kept it up in their praise of my third,
   Saying my wooing was empty, the fourth and absurd
   I was tardy, no doubt, but be that as it may,
   See me now marking time for the reckoning day.
   To witness the fifth all my friends I'll invite,
   For it means nothing less than a good bangup fight.

   

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

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   Topaicí

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Faisnéiseoir

   W. Lynch

   Seoladh

   Kilflyn, Co. Kerry