Scoil: Carraigín Rua

Ar an leathanach seo

1. A Local Song (ar lean)

   “James Judge he was a widow's son,”

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   He never thought of danger,
   Where he often swam before,
   When he went in the water,
   He swam right manfully
   None of his comrades could face the deep but he.
   His time being soon expired to the bottom he did go and bid farewell to all his friends who dwelt in Corrigeenroe.
   3rd verse
   Next morning twas a poor sight to behold
   A nice young man lay on the cart both lifeless pale and cold.
   Returning to his loving friends of it they did not know that he was drowned the eve before
   While bathing at Drumdoe.
   The day of his interment
   All people did relench
   The bose of lamentation was everywhere I went
   They marched along bewailing
   At a slow and solemn pace
   And grief it was depicted on the brow of every face
   Then they laid his body in the grave
   To moulder with the clay

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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