Scoil: Iomaire Buí (B.) (uimhir rolla 9817)
- Suíomh:
- An tIomaire Buí Thoir, Co. Chorcaí
- Múinteoir: Tadhg Ó Gealbháin
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Ar an leathanach seo
- (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)"Have you seen the ripe Monadan glisten in Kerry,
Have you marked on the Galtees the black whortleberry.
Or the Cannabhan wave by the wells of Blackwater
Theyre the cheek, Eye, and neck, of ODOnovan's daughter.Have you seen a gay kidling on Claraghrs round mountain
Or the Swan;s arching glory, on Skeehing's blue fountain
Hear a weird woman chant what the fairy clan brought her
Theyre the step, grace and tone of ODonovans daughterHave you marked in its flight the black wing of the raven
Or the rose buds that breathe in the Summer breeze waven
Or the pearls that he hid in Lough Lenes magic water
Theyre the hair, lip, + teeth of ODonovan's daughter.Ere the belfire was dimmed or the dancers departed
I taught her a song of some maid broken hearted.
But the group or that dance, or that love song I taught her
Haunt my slumbers at night with ODonovan's daughter.
God grant tis no fay from Cnoc Ferna that woes me
God grant tis not Cliodhna the Queen that pusues me
That my soul lost + lone has no witchery wrought her
While I dream of dark groves + ODonovan's daughter.
While spell bound I pine with an airy disorder,
Saint Gobnet holds sway as Muagery's wide border
She'll scare from my couch when with prayers I besought her
That bright airy sprite like ODonovans daughter.
-collected from local Sources by the Teacher.