Scoil: Cluain Tuirc (C.)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Tale of Aughry Castle, AD 1649 (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   Religious discord fills the land, the Cross is bathed in blood,
   The light is quenched on many a hearth, the altars reek with gore,
   And cries of mourning and of woe are heard from shore to shore;
   For like the wild tornado's blast, fierce Cromwell sweeps the land,
   And prince and prelate feel the touch of his destroying hand;
   And holy monks and virgins with their blood bedew the sod,
   While blazing hamlets plainly mark the path the spoiler trod.
   McRannel, too, has felt the curse of blighting alien rule;
   Too haughty far to bend the knee to England's pliant tool,
   He roams the hill an outlawed man, a price upon his head,
   The strangers holds his fair broad lands, his truest friends are dead.
   The blood-red flag of Britain floats above his castle wall,

   And Saxon troops hold revel high within his banquet hall;
   'Till tired of wassail and of song

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

   Stair Athraigh

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Bailitheoir

   Bridie Mc Garry

   Inscne

   Baineann

   Faisnéiseoir

   Book: Irish National Poems