Scoil: Mohill (B.) (uimhir rolla 12415)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. The Song of the Scolds (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   But fight them with spirit both cheerful and gay.

   My friend Mr. Parker, a fisherman bold,
   Went out with his rod in the rain and the cold,
   To the bluest of bridges far up on Lough Rynn,
   And angled for perch with a worm and pin.

   My friend Mr. Bradshaw, a fisherman stout,
   Went out to Belscarra to capture a trout,
   He coaxed him with minnow with grub and with fly
   But didn't succeed as that trout was too fly.

   Ah, but do you remember, at Jamestown this year,
   That salmon I hooked in the pool at the weir,
   How just when I had him quite close to the shore,
   He smashed up the tackle, we saw him no more.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

   Stair Athraigh

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Bailitheoir

   Archibald Oliver Edward Bradshaw

   Inscne

   Fireann