Scoil: Killeeter

Ar an leathanach seo

1. A Story of Mullagh (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   came fresh to his mind
   And the deep bitter curses they left him behind.
   IV
   But he starts as the bushes so lonely and gray.
   Laid there sceptre like arms across his path way
   Till at length to his great consternation and fear
   A dread looking object loomed terrible near.
   VI
   As a cloud passes over the face of the moon
   With a wild cry for mercy he sinks in a swoom.
   How long he remained in that scetric state
   There is no means of knowing tis enough to relate.
   VII
   When he came to himself not the best Indian steed
   Nor the faremost bred greyhound could equal his speed
   Till he got to the barrack told the peeler his story

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

   Stair Athraigh

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Faisnéiseoir

   Matthew Farrelly

   Inscne

   Fireann

   Aois

   60

   Seoladh

   Corryrourke, Co. Cavan