Scoil: Latsey

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Seugog Lake: A Midsummer Night's Dream (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   Those old sweet strains that yet seem plain "I've lost my spotted cow".

   
   * * *

   
   Life's morning scenes, like midnight dreams, seem passing yet again,

   The bleating lamb, that's lost its dam, come bounding o'er the plain;

   The heart grows sad, with many a sigh, as falls the silent tears,

   When musing on the days long past, the days of by-gone years.

   
   * * *

   
   I've wandered o'er these old green fields, explored anew each dell,

   And now I'm on the daisy bank, beside the old spring well,
   (the well still remains)

   Where oftentimes my winsome lass leaned on this breast of mine,

   While love's young dream, that favoured theme, employed our precious time.

   
   * * *

   
   Now gliding smooth on fancy's wing, 'mong haunts of early life,

   Ere limbs grew frail or eyes grew dim, or yet had weans or wife;

   Then passing o'er those high green hills with slow and solemn step,

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

   Stair Athraigh

   Teanga

   Béarla