Scoil: Clochar na Trócaire, Meathas Truim (uimhir rolla 13313)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Navan's Fort (ar lean)

   

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   Níl tú logáilte isteach, ach tá fáilte romhat tras-scríobh a dhéanamh go hanaithnid. Sa chás seo, déanfar do sheoladh IP a stóráil ar mhaithe le rialú cáilíochta.

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   and the man was able to talk after that and was able to relate how two fairies had thrown him into the pit. It is said that no one should ever pass through that fort at night.

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2. Signs of Rain - In Rhyme

   

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   The Soot fall down, The Spaniard Sleeps, The Spider from its cobweb creeps.
   Last night the urn went pale to bed,
   The moon in Hollow hid her head,
   The boaden shepherd heaves a sigh,
   I see a rain-bow span the sky,
   The walls are damp the ditches smell,
   Close id the Pink-eye Pimper Nell.
   Hark! how the chairs and tables crack
   Old Betty's joints are on the rack
   Loud quack the ducks the peacocks cry,
   The distance hills are looking nigh,
   How restless are the snorting swine,
   The busy flies disturb the Kine,
   Low o'er the grass the swallow wings.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

   Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha.

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