Scoil: Mullagh (B)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. The Old Mill Stream (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   IV
   It is he that marks me as I stray
   By good St. Cillín's tower
   'Tis sad "The league" can't find its way
   Into that holy bower
   I growl and grumble passing by
   That shrine of pure devotion
   For that the "Cause" should ever die
   Between me and the ocean.
   V
   There was a time the "sagart" bled
   For Ireland's salvation
   But now he seems to scorn and dread
   A legal agitation.
   The bark without a pilot led
   The storm must overwhelm.
   Ah, why forget your martyred dead?
   Why, stand not at the helm?
   VI
   With murmuring sound I rush along
   Through fields of grass and tillage
   On pebbles bright I dance and play
   When passing by the village.
   Here at the Corner House I see
   Old Ireland's cause protected
   The friend of every family
   By landlord's power ejected.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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