Scoil: Baile an Londraigh (B.) (uimhir rolla 14305)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. The Galbally Farmer (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   To be trudging along with that old miser.
   IV
   When we came to his dwelling I entered it first,
   It looked like a kennel or an old preaching church
   There is no help for misfortune, I'm caught in the lurch
   In the power of old Darby O Leary.
   V
   It was well I remember 'twas Michelmas Night,
   To a hearty good supper he did me invite,
   To a sup of sour milk that would physic a snipe
   And give you the woeful disorder
   VI
   The praties were wet they would poison the cats,
   While the barn I slept in was swarming with rats
   It was little I thought it would e'er be my lot
   To lie in that bed until morning.
   VII
   'Twas what he did say to me, I understood,
   Your bed in the barn is not very good
   For the blankets were made at the time of the flood
   And the quilt and sheets in proportion.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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