Scoil: Araglin (C.), Cill Úird (uimhir rolla 9248)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. A Song (ar lean)

   “If ever you were born, a preacher for to be, you were born for misfortune, in every degree”

   

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   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 those words to him did say, "I'll give you three months' hard labour, Up in the County Jail." So he was bobbed into prison, Upon that very day, And early next morning, The peelers brought him away, He asked of Sergeant Kelly, A pint before he'd go, And indeed Tom when you'll go to Cork, You'll get your pint of coe."

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2. A Song

   “I tightened up my boots, my boyo”

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   This song was composed by Willie Ryan of Downing, Kilworth, the morning he came out of jail:-"The Morning I Came Out of Jail."

   In Kilworth town of high renown,
   In a place you all know well,
   It was up on the top of Downing,
   This young man he did dwell,
   For the striking of a police-man,
   In the town of sweet Fermoy,
   He was forced to travel far and near,
   His name for to deny.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

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