Scoil: Leamh-choill
- Suíomh:
- Drumsillagh, Co. Ros Comáin
- Múinteoir: Cáit Ní Ghadhra
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Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0232, Leathanach 110
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- XML Scoil: Leamh-choill
- XML Leathanach 110
- XML “A Narrative Ballad”
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Ar an leathanach seo
- There was a squire who lived in the town, and was known to all the country round.
He had one only daughter, a beauty bright, and the name he called her was "His heart's delight."
Lords, Dukes and Earls came to her to see, but none of them could she fancy.
Till at length a young man of less degree came in underhand and she fancied he.
When her father came this to hear, he separated her from her dear.
Full fifty miles he sent her where she'd be brought up in an uncle's care.
And when he heard his love was gone away he fell into a deep decay.
He fell into a deep decay which left him slumbering in silent day.
One night as this fair maid was for bed bound, she heard a deep and deadly sound.
She heard a dark and dismal sound to break these bonds that were so fast bound.
Her father's horse night well he knew, her mother's pillion for a safeguard, too.
Her mother's mantle for a token bright and her father's orders to be home that night.
Now when he got his love behind, he drove for swifter than any wind.
And all along he would sigh and speak, saying "Oh my dear, have my head doth ache:(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)