Scoil: Coillte Craobhacha, Drumlish (uimhir rolla 15108)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Tom Gilheany (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   "O, Tom avic," the yeoman said,
   I think I'm worthy of your aid,
   And that the same yourself will vow,
   If you but only know me now.

   Gilheany gave a look at Bob,
   Saying, "Do not fear of this mob,
   For once you were a friend of mine
   And why should I from duty sever,
   Since one good act deserves another."

   The horse he grappled by the head,
   And the intruder quickly fled,
   And Ferguson went up and down,
   In triumph marching thro' the town.
   Tom brought him home that night,
   To all his neighbours' great delight.
   And comers there were all supplied,
   With flowing bowls on every side.
   They spent that night in mirth and cheer,
   Until daylight it did appear.
   And Ferguson then took his leave
   And many hearty blessings gave,
   Saying, "Thank God we lived in '98,
   And that Gilheany did not die,
   So now I bid you all good-bye.
   (End)

   

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