Scoil: Cill Díoma (B.) (uimhir rolla 6516)
- Suíomh:
- Cill Díoma, Co. Luimnigh
- Múinteoir: Seosamh Ó Scealláin
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Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0504, Leathanach 006
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- XML Scoil: Cill Díoma (B.)
- XML Leathanach 006
- XML “The Emigrant's Farewell ot Carrig and Corkamore”
- XML “Lines on Carrig Rock”
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Ar an leathanach seo
- (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)Dim visions of Shannon's bright beauties shall start.
And if ever a fond mingled sadness steals o'er me.
Or fortune should frown till my young heart grow sore.
I'll think of my childhood 'mid valley and wildwood.
And bless verdant Carrig and sweet Corkamore.Then farewell to your bowers happy scenes of my childhood.
The land of the stranger must now be my home.
Adieu! to those loved haunts in valley and wildwood.
Where oft my young footsteps did wantonly roam.
And when 'neath the rod of the stranger I'm sleeping.
Perhaps from dear Erin some friends may sail o'er.
Who'd plant o'er my grave amid sighing and weeping.
A shamrock from Carrig and sweet Corkamore. - Lines On Carrig Rock. (Rev. P.O'Shea)You muses nine with me combine.
And great your powerful aid.
And help me quill while I fulfill.
A promise I have made.
And lend to me sweet poetry.
Lest critics keen may mock.
Those simple lines which I compile.
For Carrig's stately rock.The subject of my verses(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)