Scoil: Brúgh Ríogh (B.) (uimhir rolla 8572)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. The Unknown Fenian (ar lean)

   

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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)

   III When a warrior falls midst his people victorious, With the foes of his country laid round him in dust The emblems of victory exalted and glorious Encircle his statue and hallow his bust But for you son of freedom your fall was so noble You died for the land which your heart longed to save No more will her sorrows your young spirit trouble, Nor tyrant disturb the calm peace of your grave Yet sincerly the sweet beams of heaven now glow there And greenly the fresh dewy shamrocks grow there And lovers of freedom in future will go there To bless the repose of the youthful and brave. air [wounded hussar)

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2. Old Prophecies

   

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   People say that Kilmallock will one day be covered over by a long dried up lake
   It is said that a great destruction will put a terrible change in the world when the 3,000 years are up.
   A woman will shudder at the sight of a man.
   The people will be able to dance under the beds
   It will take three men to pull a géodasán
   Ireland's future saviour will be killed near Athlone
   Winter and Summer will be so alike as to be only distinguishable by the leaves and plants
   There will be 3 terrible days fighting before the South beats the North

   

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

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