Scoil: Keelagh

Ar an leathanach seo

1. This Hut

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   In this hut they curse and prattle,
   You would think 'twas built for cattle,
   Where the windows shake and rattle,
   And the roof is white with snow.
   II
   Where religion's cursed and scorned,
   I am wretched and forlorn,
   And the imp that's hoofed and horned,
   Is always there I know.
   III
   Where the Highland's bitter breezes,
   Through the cracks and crannies squeezes,
   Where it rains and then it freezes.
   Till my blood runs cold and slow.
   IV
   May the Sacred Heart protect me,
   May God's mother ne'er forget me,
   May the angels all direct me,
   And tell me where to go.
   V
   Empty heads with empty purses,
   Dunderprates with sickening curses,
   Senseless wrath for ever nurses,
   In their ignorance and woe.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

   Stair Athraigh

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Bailitheoir

   Paul A. Dowd

   Inscne

   Fireann

   Seoladh

   Ard Macha, Co. an Chabháin