Scoil: Abbeytown Convent N.S. (uimhir rolla 15043)
- Suíomh:
- Mainistir na Búille, Co. Ros Comáin
- Múinteoir: Sr. M. Columbanus
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- XML Leathanach 185
- XML “Local Songs - My Native Town of Boyle”
- XML “Local Songs”
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Ar an leathanach seo
- (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)To mingle with the soil
May their souls in Heaven rest in peace.
While their bodies lie near Boyle. Local Songs
“Like a sad strain of bardic music old”
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"Like a strain of bardic music old
To substance wrought by weird enchantment's spell
And built into beauty visible
In grace austere of chastened charm and cold
The Abbey stands amid the meadow's gold
Silent its tower and mute its matin bell
That ages since pealed to mountain and dell
And o'er the land our Lad's anthems tolled.II
How brave Moylurg from many a conquering fight
Came here to thank God for victory!
And of that day when in embattled might
To death rode hence the Saxon chivalry.
When Hugh O'Donnell held the Curlieu's Height,
And Coyners Clifford fell at Ballagh Bwee!III
And of that earlier age these stones could tell
When great Columba trod the banks of Boyle,
And blessed and fruitful made the fertile soil;
When sweet Attracta held hard by her cell,
And healed God's sick with prayer and miracle
And later when to burn, and slay and spoil
With guilt whereof no saint might them, asoil(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)- Faisnéiseoir
- Patrick Coleman
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