Scoil: Cnoc Bríde (1)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. A Song - An Old Man Leaned on His Okerstaff Pondering on the Days When He Was Young (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   

   Níl tú logáilte isteach, ach tá fáilte romhat tras-scríobh a dhéanamh go hanaithnid. Sa chás seo, déanfar do sheoladh IP a stóráil ar mhaithe le rialú cáilíochta.

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   3 Where is the rusty wooden bridge, Where is the stepping stones, That crossed the stream below the field To fifty happy homes. The bridge has fallen with neglect Its stones are washed away. The homes are gone by, the tenants fled To shelter where they may. How tervant laws and landlords Drove the people from the soil. As if they had no right to live Within their native isle. As if their fore-fathers had not fought And bled through every vein. For their patrons tombs and saints divine For their own fair Innisfale.

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2. (gan teideal)

   “Our house is situated in the townland of Knockbride...”

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   Our house is situated in the townland of Knockbride near the cross-roads at Anna bog. It was a ballroom in the olden times. When the boys, girls, men and women were going to have a party, they all gave a pound or thirty shillings to have a good night's

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

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