Scoil: Laragh (C.)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Song of Ravenswood

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   As I rode out one summer's evening,
   My speculation was to take a view,
   The river ran in clear crystal fountain,
   Where pinks and daisies by nature grew,
   It being a seat of elevation,
   My admiration it withdrew,
   I asked in silence it's name and title
   And little suspected where on I stood
   When a genius answering and whispering slowly,
   It's name and title is the Ravenswood.

   Verse 11
   There is fine walks in its habitation,
   And a lovely vine-yard erected there,
   There is a refuge for the dove and partridge
   Or other off-springs from the winter's air,
   It's like mid-summer in cold December,
   No storm intrudes the gentle abode,
   With rampart wafering and flood gates quivering,
   No storm could face the Ravenswood.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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