Scoil: Ballinagh (C.)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. The Burning of Ballinagh (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   In Ballinagh fair town,
   From the west the wind was blowing,
   The snow in torants flowing,
   The clements cept blowing,
   As nature poured down,
   But before the break of day,
   In smoke and ruins lay
   Forty houses fine and gay,
   In Ballinagh, fair town,
   It would break your heart to see,
   Each worthly farmily who lost
   their property,
   going wandering up and down,
   They had not a bed to lie on,
   Their children they were crying
   From the flames kept flying
   In Ballinagh fair town,
   Theres one thing more I do deplore
   Which grieves our hearts for more,
   Brave John Conaty he's a
   man of high renown,
   He was a poor man's friend,
   And with a foe he never bend,
   On him you might depend,
   In Ballinagh fair town.

   

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