Scoil: Baile an Chlochair, Lic Snámha (uimhir rolla 12410)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Legend of Carrignagat

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   Now December once more flings its shadows before
   And old Father Christmas is due on the floor
   Of cabin and mansion a light through the land
   That our forefathers fought for with brave heart and hand
   Movrone, what a great wealth of legend is told
   Of the gay and the witty, the bright and the bold
   Who flinging their banner abroad to the sky
   For country and freedom went forth but to die
   Of sweet Castlecors old romantic demense
   A story of its chieftain enchained
   A chieftain who ruled all the countryside round
   Ere the trace of a Saxon or Dane could be found
   But a foul wizard came and accursed be the shame
   Soon the chief and his castle were nought but a name
   For the wizard wove spells, 'neath the castle he sat
   And he changed the brave chief to the guise of a cat
   And alas for the chieftain a white one at that.
   And his castle that recked not the winter's wild moan
   Was changed to the shape of a grey lump of stone.
   And his lady likewise, sure they say her blue eyes
   Looked sweet on the wizard, but that I despise
   And he and his lady immured in the hall
   Of enchantment shall languish forever in thrall
   Till some of their race would the dire danger face

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

   Stair Athraigh

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Faisnéiseoir

   Michael J. O' Connor

   Inscne

   Fireann

   Gairm bheatha

   Farmer (Léirítear teidil na ngairmeacha i mBailiúchán na Scol sa bhunteanga inar cláraíodh iad)

   Seoladh

   Gort an Fhéir, Co. Chiarraí