Scoil: Rathcoyle, Kiltegan

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1. Old Poets (ar lean)

   

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   With precious stones from a crystal rock
   The bell in motion tolls time approaching
   Calls to devotion St Peters' flock
   The aisles, completed and grandly slated
   Cannot be equalled in all the land
   This temple pure we will make secure
   From the shocks of Boreas it must withstand
   IV
   In the summer season when the fields are pleasing
   With pomps of Flora in white and green
   You can hear the thrushes on the blooming bushes
   And the cuckoo ranging from screen to screen
   Likewise the pheasant all in its season
   And the linnet straining its downy throat
   On the brach above sits the cooing dove
   All declaring love to sweet Killamoate
   V
   I have heard great toastings and mechanics boastings
   Of the great Cathedral in Gorey town
   Of Wicklow too with its splendid view
   And I though their equal could not be found
   Kingstown and Bray have long held sway
   And in grand array I viewed them both
   They are not superior nor yet inferior
   To our "Holy Temple at Killamoate.
   VI
   Our matchless choir I must next admire

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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