Scoil: Ardlow

Ar an leathanach seo

1. A Local Song (ar lean)

   “If ever thre' Cavan you happen to lie”

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   To find that his Anna was far from the real,
   'Tis said he went back like a jilted poor swain,
   And never to think of a woman again,
   And since that occasion it rather appears
   To half of the stories he closes his ears,
   And from our surroundings he seems to have fled
   Why people round here, sir, assert that he's dead
   VII
   Before you will leave us we trust you will yield,
   To visit our famed footer team in the field,
   Those friends of the leather whom sportsmen applaud,
   For honours theyve won both at home and abroad,
   The ladies as well of the camogie art -
   Perhaps a good stroke, sir, would capture your heart!
   Oh, Breffni has glories - she wins them with ease
   But where are the ones so outstanding as these?

   

   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

   Bailitheoir

   Nancy Ita Taite

   Inscne

   Baineann

   Seoladh

   Ardlow, Co. Cavan

   Faisnéiseoir

   Patrick Taite

   Inscne

   Fireann

   Aois

   c. 60

   Seoladh

   Ardlow, Co. Cavan