Scoil: An Mhainistir, Móin Rátha (uimhir rolla 14243)
- Suíomh:
- Maighean Rátha, Co. Laoise
- Múinteoir: Br Columban Ó Cróinín
Sonraí oscailte
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Ar an leathanach seo
(gan teideal)
“He whirled his falchion high in air...”
He whirled his falchion high in air,
The falchion red with christian gore,
His eyes like flaming meteors glare,
His mien a demon - likeness bore,
He longs to lap his foeman's blood;
Upon the hoary chief he rushes
And soon warm life -a crimson flood.
Upon that wild shore, madly gushes.
But soon, at him, stern vengeance reaches,
Her naked arm and purple hand
And soon his Paynim carcase bleaches.
The vulture's prey on that barren sand.- Faisnéiseoir
- Mrs Fitzpatrick
- Inscne
- Baineann
- Aois
- 40
- Seoladh
- Doire Each, Co. Laoise
(gan teideal)
“The Southern Pauper to his Priest "Oh, father! how can we believe what they say...”
The Southern Pauper to his Priest.
"Oh, father! how can we believe what they say,
That your going to leave us and wander away,
To the land of the wealthy, the brave and the fair,
"Oh! no father, quit not the old hills of Clare;
Good luck may shine yet(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)