Scoil: Tír-Dhá-Ghlas (Terryglass)
- Suíomh:
- Tír Dhá Ghlas, Co. Thiobraid Árann
- Múinteoir: Seán Ó Gliasáin
Tagairt chartlainne
Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0530, Leathanach 359
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Ar an leathanach seo
- (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)And what of my juvenile soldier
To be sentenced to part from his dear,
And fall as a victim to tyrants
In a land where his parents can't hear
His consort and child are forlorn
To wander in want up and down
(Like lambs from dams when they are torn)
In search of my Buacaillín Donn
If I had the wings of an eagle
The Mediterranean I'd roam
I would search every place of confinement
Till I find out the boy I bemoan
I would fly as the Roc did with Sinbad
And home to Old Ireland I would come
I would then bid adieu to the wars
If I once had my Buacaillín Donn
I hope you will excuse my intrusion
For letting my grievances known
But you know it was ordered by nature
Each creature should feel for his own.
