Scoil: An Mhainistir, Malla (uimhir rolla 12519)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. A Song (ar lean)

   “Come all ye trueborn Irish lads ¶ And listen to my song...”

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   But Mallow's pride could e'er defy
   The thundering Spanish main,
   They cast their garments to the clouds
   At half-past three o'clock,
   And then they clashed with frightful glee,
   The Rakes and bold Blackrock.

   The rain did stop, the wind did quail
   Before the dreadful roar
   And Blarney Castle stood up straight
   And called to old Dromore
   The whistle blew, the battle raged
   "We are no laughing stock
   Ye Mallow Rakes, we'll show ye now
   Said the hurlers of Blackrock.

   Like thunderbolts from Jove's right hand
   Like wolves round flock of sheep
   Like tigers from the forest fast,
   Like sharks from ocean deep,
   They struggled for an hour or moe,
   And with many a bloody shock
   These dashing, smashing hurling men
   Of Mallow and Blackrock.

   Right gallantly did Seán Ógs band
   Fight on for victory's fame

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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