Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 2)

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1. The Song of the Corncrake (continued)

   

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   Rising from marsh and drain,
   Ask the heavens in season for
   Showers of genial rain.

   Thrawneens make my wall
   Fotail overhead;
   Ryegrass makes my door
   Cawgrass is my bed.
   Should any intruder come
   To invade my herbaceous cover,
   I'd stooping hide, or quickly glide
   Dawn alleys of mottled clover.

   Crake, Crake, Crakem
   The sun darts dawn his rays,
   O'er leaf and grass there reigns
   A warm and dazzling blaze,
   Throughout the fragrant mead,
   No chirp or song of bird.
   Nor cheerful sound of sharpening scythe,
   Nor grass hopper is heard.

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   History Edit

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   Béarla

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

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   • Timothy Hurley