Scoil: Corratober

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Lough Gowna

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   Here I am an exile.
   Some three thousand miles away.
   From the high green hills of Erin.
   On this Blessed St. Patrick's day.
   In a city's lonely garret.
   Thinking of the days of yore.
   When I used to pluck the shamrock.
   From the dear Lough Gowna shore.
   Yet to-day without the shamrock.
   Cruel fate, Ah, can it be.
   Are my friends all dead round Gowna.
   When they send it not to me.
   Hark, me thinks I hear a footstep.
   It s the postman at the door.
   With a letter and a shamrock.
   From the dear Lough Gowna shore.
   "Brother dear, accept this trefoil
   Plucked by your fond sister's hand
   Well I know, it will give you comfort
   In that dreary distant land.
   It will remind you how together,

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

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   Béarla

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   Annie Mulligan

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   Ármhach, Co. an Chabháin

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   Patrick Reilly

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   Fireann

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