Scoil: Glanworth (C.) (uimhir rolla 4838)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. (gan teideal) (ar lean)

   “I'm back again in Glanworth where the Funcheon waters flow...”

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   

   Níl tú logáilte isteach, ach tá fáilte romhat tras-scríobh a dhéanamh go hanaithnid. Sa chás seo, déanfar do sheoladh IP a stóráil ar mhaithe le rialú cáilíochta.

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   And oftimes in that Southern clime Where I spent many a year I oft thought of my country's wrongs and wept a silent tear Here in Glanworth too we have specimens of that same Presented by the tyrant Cromwell, I think that was his name He stood on Labbycally's Hill and fired a cannon ball And slew our white-robed Dominicans within their cloistered wall And now we have old Bess's breed, a rapping at our doors To join up as auxiliaries and learn to form fours But if they come to Glanworth Town, our lads for to decoy We'll give them strong across the Funcheon what they got at Fontenoy.

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2. (gan teideal)

   “As I stand in Roche's Castle...”

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

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   As I stand in Roche's Castle, on the heights of Glanworth Town
   My thoughts fly back to ages of grandeur & renown
   When our chieftains wandered freely through our own loved country
   To hunt wild game of every kind, through forest, glen and lea.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

   Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha.

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