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AN GAOḊAL.
CLOGA ṠEANDUIN.
The Bells of Shandon — (Translation)
By Rev. THOMAS O'MALLY
Bíḋeann gean mo líonaḋ,
'Nuair ḃíḋim aig smuaineaḋ
Air ċlogaiḃ Ṡeanḋúin
Aig scapaḋ ceoil,
Mar ċeolta Ṗárṫais,
Os cionn m'óg áruis,
Nár ḟág a ċuiṁne
Mo ċroiḋe go fóil;
Bíḋeann m' inntinn tóigṫe
Lé smuaineaḋ m' óige
Air feaḋ mo ṡiúḃalta,
'S mé lán de ġnaoi;
Mar ġeall nár ċualas
Aon ċlog a ḃuaileas
Mar ċloga Ṡeandúin
Air ḃárr na Laoi.
Do ṡiúḃal mé 'n ċruinne
'Gus ċualas luinne
Na g-clog is binne
D' a ḃ-fuil faoi 'n spéir:
Agus luasgaḋ luaimneaċ
Na d-teangṫa ḟuaimneaċ;
Aċ ṫug tú bárr air
A g-ceol go léir.
Le cuiṁne 'r ḃuille
Lán saor do ċille,
Do facas dam-sa
Le bród ó ċroiḋe,
Go m-b' ḟíor nár ċualas
Aon ċlog a ḃuaileas
Mar ċloga Ṡeandúin,
Air ḃárr na Laoi.
Do ċualas glóraḋ
Ó ċlogaiḃ móra
Príṁ-ċill na Róiṁe
Mar ṫoirreaċ ṫeann,
Agus cloga gáirde
Aig luasgaḋ 'nn áirḋe,
Ann árd-ċill Ṗáris,
O ḃárr na m-beann;
Aċ fós bud ḃinne
Do ċeolta grinne
'Ná scap Cill-Ṗeadair
Air an Tíber ḃuiḋe.
O! is fíor nár ċualas
Aon ċlog a ḃuaileas
Mar ċloga Ṡeandúin
Féaċ
Gaelic Journal
No
23.
page 345.
From
Tuam
News.
THE BELLS of SHANDON.
(By "FATHER PROUT..”)
Copied from the Tuam News,
With deep affection
And recollection
I often think of
Those Shandon Bells
Whose sound so wild would
In days of childhood,
Fling round my cradle
Their magic spells.
On this I ponder
Where’er I wander,
And thus grow fonder,
Sweet Cork of thee;
With thy Bells of Shandon
That sound so grand on
Thee pleasant waters
Of the River Lee.
l’ve heard bells chiming
Full many a clime in,
Tolling sublime in
Cathedral shrine;
While at a glibe rate
Brass tongues would vibrate
But all their music
Spoke nought like thine.
For memory dwelling
On each proud swelling
Of thy belfry, knelling
Its bold notes free,
Made the bells of Shandon
Sound far more grand on
The pleasant waters
Of the River Lee.
l’ve heard bells tolling
Old “Adrian's Mole” in
Their thunder rolling
From the Vatican,
And cymbals glorious
Swinging uproarious
In the gorgeous turrets
Of Notre Dame :
But thy sounds were sweeter
Than the dome of Peter
Flings o'er the Tiber,
Pealing solemnly,
Oh! the bells of Shandon,
Sound far more grand on
The pleasant waters
