Scoil: Bláithín Íosa, Lappin (?)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. The Hackler From Grousehall (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   III
   I think it strange how times have changed
   So very much of late
   Coercion now is all that sow
   And the peelers on their beat
   And the poteen still on every
   The peelers had no call
   And on Patricks day i longed to stray
   For pleasure to Grousehall
   IV
   When I was young I danced and sung
   I drank good whiskey too
   In each sheebin shop that sold a drop
   Of the real old mountain dew
   To take a glass has got alas
   The greatest crime of all
   Since Balfour placed that hungry baste (beast)
   The sergeant at Grousehall
   V
   It was on pretense of that offence
   He dragged me off to jail
   Alone to dwell in a cold cell
   My faith for to bewail
   My hoary head on a plank bed
   Such wrongs for vengence call

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

   Stair Athraigh

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Bailitheoir

   Philomena Smith

   Inscne

   Baineann

   Seoladh

   Lappanbane, Co. an Chabháin

   Faisnéiseoir

   Mr Bernard Smith

   Inscne

   Fireann

   Seoladh

   Lappanbane, Co. an Chabháin