AN GAOOAL.
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AN BÁRD 'GUS AN FÓ.
(Leanta.)
CAṪ-RANN.
Ahi! Ahoi! Ahoi! Ahoi!
Fáire! Ḋalcaisigh! Ai---Ahoi!
Ho! na píoba bagairt!
Ho! mac-alla freagairt!
Ho! na lannta glinne!
Ho! an naṁaid cruinn'ṫe!
Tar! tar! tá 'n lá a' bán'aḋ,
An ḟuiseog cánaḋ,
Tá 'n drúċt go geal air ṡaileóg ḟiaḋain;
Na bioḋ do ṡúile,
Faoi ṡuan níos moille,
Aċt éirig, éiriġ leis an gréin!
Tar! tar! a ḋócais Éireann,
le onóir 's fírinn!
Tá sean-ċompánuiġe ort a' fanaċt.
Ní leatsa 'n croiḋe
Is furus ċlaoiḋeaḋ
Nuair tá Dia 's do Ġráḋ a' taḃairt a
m-beannaċt.
Is Sé an Ċúmaċt fíor
Tá cóiṁead ort go síor,
Ta A láṁ in aġaiḋ Earraiḋ' coiḋċe;
Is aingeal glégeal í
Tá ort a' guiḋe
Tríd uairiḃ uaigneaċ' duḃ' na h-oiḋċe.
O tar! tá 'n lá a' bán'aḋ,
An ḟuiseog cánaḋ,
Tá'n drúċt go geal air ṡaileóg ḟiaḋain;
Ná bioḋ do ṡúile
Faoi ṡuan níos moille,
Aċt éiriġ, éiriġ leis an gréin!
Tar leat! tar leat! beiḋ onóir seunṁar
Is leatsa croiḋ' tá gcóṁnuiġ' treunṁar
Nuair agad tá caḃair Dé 's do Ġráḋ
Buailfir ċum saoirse 's ceist na h-Éi-
reann.
PÁIRT II.
Paidir.
Do ṗáisdiġe ġráḋṁar' cóiṁéad,
A Ḋé, ár n-Aṫair!
Ionnas naċ g-caillfear iad,
Gan Tú 'nn a láṫair!
Sín Do láṁ-sa ṫarsa,
Cúṁduiġ! Fair!
The Bard and the Knight.
[Continued.]
War Song.
Ahoi! Ahoi! Ahoi! Ahoi !
Farah! Delcassian! Ai-Ahoi!
Ho! the pibroch sounding!
Ho! the hills rebounding!
Ho! the javelin glancing!
Ho! the foe advancing!
Come forth the morn is breaking,
The lark awaking,
The dew drop glistens on the willow;
No more let slumber,
Thine eye encumber.
The sun hath risen from his pillow.
Come forth! thou hope or Erin,
Our honor bearing!
O come ! thy comrades old attend thee
Not thine the heart
That knoweth fearing
While thy God and thy lady's love
defend thee —
The righteous Power is He
That watcheth over thee,
Whose hand the might of error stayeth,
An angel pure is she,
That all for thee
Athrough the weary night time pray-
eth.
Then come! the morn is breaking
The lark awaking,
The dew drop glistens on the willow;
No more let slumber,
Thine eve encumber,
The sun has risen from her pillow.
Come forth ! come forth! our honor
bearing,
Not thine the heart that knoweth
(fearing: —
While God aud woman's love defend
thee
Thou wilt strike for the sacred rights
of Erin.
PART II.
PRAYER.
Lord! thy children cherish,
Them that fear thee!
Lest, forlorn they perish,
When not anear thee!
Stretch thine arm above them,
Watch and shield!
