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   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   My friends, relations, and parents too.
   To bid farewell, it will almost fail me,
   My heart it falls from my bosom down.
   But while I live, I will still remember,
   The time so airy in Knocknagoun.
   III
   I am not a poet of high experience,
   But hearts sore nature cause me to rhyme.
   And being at leisure one evening lately,
   I sat bewailing to write those lines.
   Were it my lot to remain amongst you,
   I would sing your praises without a frown.
   So with the Bards in foreign nations,
   I'll sing the praises of Knocknagoun.
   IV
   No more roving or evening scoving,
   When will I ride on my fathers steed.
   As I used to do when young and airy,
   And jump the fences from field to field.
   O! by the laws that are poured in Erin,
   And with taxation, she is trodden down.
   Leaves many a young man like me bewailing,
   And leaving Erin and Knocknagoun.
   V
   Farewell dear father and like wise mother,
   Farewell dear sisters and brothers too.
   Farewell dear comrades all here amongst me,

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Bailitheoir

   Gretta Horgan

   Inscne

   Baineann

   Seoladh

   Knocknagoun, Co. Cork

   Faisnéiseoir

   David Herlihy

   Inscne

   Fireann

   Seoladh

   Knocknagoun, Co. Cork