Scoil: Corrabha (Curravagh)
- Suíomh:
- Curraghvah, Co. Cavan
- Múinteoir: (name not given)
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Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0965, Leathanach 339
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- XML Scoil: Corrabha (Curravagh)
- XML Leathanach 339
- XML “A Song”
- XML “A Song - Larry's Ass”
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Ar an leathanach seo
A Song (ar lean)
“Pray wait awhile my weeping child the cause of all the waiting”
(ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)Ah cruel death you dealt the blow in the midst of bloom and beauty
And when decreed by the Most High you did your awful duty
He was a patron to the poor so filial in his station
His face sublime his heart so pure untainted by pollution
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With his mourning friends we sympathised with their grief and sad bereavement
And likewise with his comrade boys who loved him with endearment
May the Lord of Hosts receive his soul admit him into heaven
Reward him for a pious life that he led chaste and humble
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Yes in high heaven he rests enshrined his loving voice he raises
To mix among angelic choirs to sing his Maker’s praises
For the humble poet pray make amends his genius is but feeble
He’d pour his soul in words of praise but his talents are not able- One harvest evening as I sat musing having ceased from labour at the approach of moon ,
With contemplation from recreation I made my way by the banks of Doon
I was confounded you might say astounded to think two asses could scold and speak
With rage unbounded quite plain expounded, their words resounded across the lake.
II
"You rat-faced creature" says Reilly's ranger
What brought you here to torment me so?
You make thank the lake that is between us -
Or I'd make you suffer before you go.
"You silly blackguard we all humbug you- you are so lazy and you walk so slow,
One mile an hour it is in your power as down the(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)- Bailitheoir
- Brighid Ní Shiordan
- Inscne
- Baineann
- Seoladh
- Carrick West, Co. Cavan