Scoil: Clones (Naomh Tighearnach) (uimhir rolla 13685)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. An Irish Fairy Ballad

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   I
   On the Slopes of Mulin Mountain 'tis as lonesome as can be.
   Up among the whins and heather where our little cottage stands.
   And all the night I hear the wailing of the homeless curlews sailing.
   And the ever-haunting rhythm of the marching Fairy bands.
   II
   They are marching down from Mulin to the darkling vales below.
   Like an army of to Battle massed in squadron and platoon--
   I can see their lances gleaming
   And their rustling banners streaming.
   While ten thousand silvern helmets
   Shame the lustre of the Moon.
   III
   They are passing down from Mulin to the Rath of Glen-na-Shee.
   Down the lonely mountain roadway by the Ridge of Moonamoc.
   And their harpers all are playing
   Fairy tuens that set you swaying
   Fairy strains that thrill the spirits with

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

   Stair Athraigh

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Faisnéiseoir

   Mrs Murphy

   Inscne

   Baineann

   Seoladh

   Cornapaste, Co. Monaghan