Scoil: Gusserane

Ar an leathanach seo

1. The Battle in Ballyshannon Lane (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   In Keatings Bawn by the mornings dawn when the barn was in flames.

   My three uncles fell, I grieved to tell that's Martin, Tom James.

   As my aunt Kate stood at the gate, herself and child were slain.

   My teeth I cringe to have revenge,
   In Ballyshannon Lane.

   III
   I passed by James Moores, and the forge door.
   Where old Evoy forges the pikes.

   The night being fine no rain or wind blew from the hills or dykes.

   At Furlong's gate I there did wait the thoughts drove me insane.
   Twas by their sword that youth he died.

   In Ballyshannon Lane.

   IV
   This was the song my Mother sand into my youthful ear.
   As down her cheeks for weeks and weeks rolled hot and scaldy tears.

   My Brother Mike forged me a pike to take the hills again
   And if Ireland need I am here to bleed.

   In Ballyshannon Lane.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

   Stair Athraigh

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Bailitheoir

   Vincent Egan

   Inscne

   Fireann

   Seoladh

   An Bhuaile, Co. Loch Garman

   Faisnéiseoir

   David Egan

   Inscne

   Fireann

   Seoladh

   An Bhuaile, Co. Loch Garman