Scoil: St. Cronan's, Bray

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1. The Kilruddery Hunt (ar lean)

   

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   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   He drove on by Bullock, through Shrub Glenageary,
   And so on to Monkstown where Larry grew weary.

   "Through Rochestown wood like an arrow he passed,
   And came to the steep hill of Dalkey at last;
   There gallantly plunged himself into the sea,
   And said in his heart, 'None can now follow me'.
   But soon to his cost, he perceived that no bounds
   Could stop the pursuit of the staunch-mettled hounds;
   His policy here did not serve him a rush,
   Five couple of Tartars were here at his brush.

   "To recover the shore then again was his drift;
   But ere he could reach to the top of the clift,
   He found both of speed and of daring a lack,
   Being waylaid and killed by the rest of the pack.
   At his death there were present the lads I have sung,
   Save Larry who, riding a garron was flung,
   Thus ended at length a most delicate chase,
   That held us for five hours and ten minutes space.

   We returned to Kilruddery's plentiful board,
   Where dwell hospitality, truth and my lord;

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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