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AN GAODHAL.
FILL THE BUMPER FAIR.
An chuach 's chóir suas líon,
Le lin sgala doibhin'
Silt air mhalaidh braon,
Bhidheann ó gach imnidh sleamhain.
Ní sgaoiltear gaethe geur'
An ghrinn cho luadh 's cho brighmhar,
Le 'nuair do thig mar chaor,
Trí cuacha lasta líonmhar.
An cuach, mar is cóir fuas líon,
Le lin sgala doibhin
Silt air mhalaidh braon,
Bidheann ó gach imnidh slesmhain.
Gabhann mar deir an sgeul
Eisge sthuama air sciatha
An caoir, 's ó neamh na reul,
Bheir a nuas a ghaethe.
Mar rúd 'sa bh-fleadh cruinn'
Tarraingmuid go cinnte.
Ó neamh na h-eagna 's grinn,
Na gaethe 's géire 's tinte.
An cuach mar is cóir suas líon,
Le lin sgala doibhin
Silt air mhalaidh braon,
Bidheann ó gach imnidh sleamhain.
Cia an bárr-úghdair a bhí
'S dual fios fhághail ní h-íongna,
Go m-bidheann go síor an croidhe
Chum spioraidh fíona claonadh :
Do thárla anns a trá,
'Nuair suas go flatheas d'euluigh
An té ghoid as, faoi sgáth,
An teine, réir na sgeulaidh.
An cuach mar 's cóir suas líon,
Le lin sgala doibhin,
Silt air mhalaidh braon,
Bidheann ó gach imnidh sleamhan.
Do' n óglaoch a thriall 'sa t-slighe,
Bhí gan soightheach, gan corn,
Le tabhairt nuas as crích
Na n-deathe geal, an gorn.
Acht o! mar léim a chroidhe,
Óir dearcadh measg na reulta,
Chonairc cuach 'nna luidhe,
Budh le Bacchas subhach na neulta.
An chuach, mas 's cóir suas líon,
Le lin sgala doimhin,
Silt air mhaladh braon,
Bidheann ó gach imnídh sleamhain.
Bhí annsa fgála braon,
'Fágadh 'n éis na h-oidhche,
Thuit drithle annsa bh-fíon,
Fuigheall fleadh na saoithe.
Súd é siocair brigh
Fíona, air aigne flatha,
Súd mar thóigeann an croidhé
D'a d-tig ar cuach de, ceatha.
An cuach, mar 's cóir suas líon,
Le lin sgala doimhin,
Silt air mhalaidh braon,
Bidheann ó gac imnídh sleamhain.
THE IRISH RACE.
Like the “cursed pig,” the more the Irish race
is cursed the better it thrives. In our last issue
we pointed to the opposition to Mayor Grace ow-
ing to his religious sentiments. Recent events tend
to demonstrate that religion does not weigh the
whole balance ; that racial affinity and nativity
have got something to do in the matter, for we
find that the would-be yankee aristocracy do not
relish the Irish no matter to what religion they
belong. This is made evident in their opposition
to President Arthur in the present State election.
The opposition is not to Folger nor to the manner
of his selection [ for the conduct of the convention
has been the routine for years without a protest ].
It is to Arthur lest he should by any chance be a-
ble to secure the presidential nomination two years
hence. Arthur being so nearly Irish born, and
the English press chracterising him as the com-
panion of Irish-American Fenians, that pro-Eng-
lish element dont want him : and that is the head
and front of his offending. Bigotry, whether na-
tional or religious, should be chastised : it should
find no asylum in this free and cosmopolitan Re-
public.
We shall commence "Fiach Sheághain
Bhradaidh" in the next number of the
Gael. It is by Raftery, and it fully
exemplifies the invective powers of the
author. Other interesting matter will
appear from time to time, and we hope
the lovers of the language will do all
they can to circulate it.
Send sixty cents for the Goadhal, it
mhill teach ghou Irish.
