Scoil: Clochar na Toirbhirte, Fethard (uimhir rolla 8903)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Local Song - Fethard (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   IV
   Nestled in the cosy hills,
   Fed by crystal-sparkling rills
   Whettign wheels of busy mills
   My native Fethard.
   V
   Heather headed Slievenamon
   Snatches first sweet streaks of dawn,
   And smiling mirrors all upon
   Old misty Fethard
   VI
   The weird-wild woods of grand old Grove
   The haunts that gods and angels love,
   Four sentinels serene above
   To guard old Fethard.
   VII
   Like a velvet verdant vein,
   Stretches old Kiltinan's plain;
   Maze of wood and leafy lane
   Around old Fethard
   VIII
   The furze-clad hills of eventime
   Echo sweet soft notes sublime
   Not grander chime in any clime
   Than the bells of Fethard.
   IX
   I am longing to be back among
   Those grand old scenes where Native's tongue
   Tells every heart that life is young
   In ancient Fethard.

   

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