AN GAODHAL.
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Go bh-fuil mé fhéin lag, buadhartha, tinn,
Thiucfadh scata aca aleig in aoinfeacht,
Faoi eachraib glégeal & cóistighe cinn :
Dheunfaidís banais dham flea & feusta,
'S bheidheadh againn féin gach aon sórt
ceoil,
Agus go m-beidheadh dhá 'r dheug acu air
meisge i n-aoinfeacht
Aig teach Tom Deligh le fíon & le beoir.
This song was composed by Peter Jourdan, who
was obliged to leave his home at the foot of Nephin
and take refuge in disguise at Achill and in Wild
districts of the sea-coast, to avoid being arrested
for treason against the English crown.
M. Gallagher
We print this song by request of Mr. P. M. Gal¬
lagher of Cortland, Ill., and we thank Miss Galla¬
gher of Chicago, for both it and the translation.
DÁN —
AN Chraoibhín aoibhinn do chan.
Tógfamuid, tógfamuid
Puirt agus ceol,
Go molfamuid, molfamuid
Dia na n-dúl.
Go seinnfimid, seinnfimid
Maiteas ar Rígh,
Go d-tiúbhramuid, d-tiúbhramuid
Glóir dó a choidhch',
Agus go sgriosfamuid
Cealga na n-diabhal
Agus go g-cuirfimid
iad air g-cúl.
Agus díbreomuid
Iad amach,
Agus onóramuid
Dia tar chách.
Prionnsa na b-prionnsa!
Dhearc sé air riocht
Gráineamhuil, inse
Na n-Éireannach bocht.
Millfidh sé Sacsan
Gan trócaire d'fhághail,
'S árdóchaidh seision
Arís Innis Fáil.
A n-dóchas an lae sin
Seinnfimid dó,
A's molfamuid Eision,
Dia go deo!
Translation
By MICHAEL CAVANAGH.
SONG, — By CHRAOIBHIN AOIBHINN.
We'll raise up, we'll lift up.
Our hearts and our song;
Our praises we'll offer
Jehovah the strong !
With spirits rejoicing,
We'll thank the good king;
For ever unceasing,
His glory we'll sing.
The demon of evil
We'll cast from our mind; —
His fetters well shatter
And fling them behind.
We'll banish the tempters
That wrought our downfall;
And honor we'll render
To God above all.
Oh, PRINCE of all princes!
Behold from your throne
Poor Erin in torture, —
Oh, list to her moan!
Crush down without mercy
The foes of the Gael;
And raise in her splendor
Our loved Innisfail!
Then free hearts we'll raise up
To Him we adore
We'll praise and give glory
To GOD evermore!
New Publications.
Edward O'Donnell.
A story of Ireland of our day, by O'Donovan
Rossa, S. W. Green's Son 69 Beekman st. N. Y.,
publisher.
The above is one of the most interesting novels
we have read in a long time. It vividly places be¬
fore the reader's mind the thrilling incidents borne
of the unnatural relations which unfortunately ex¬
ist between the governing and governed classes of
society in Ireland. We prophecy for the book a
large circulation.
It may interest some of our Pennsylvania readers
to know that Mr. J. J. Jourdan, publisher of that
really spicy journal, The Truth, Scranton, is a very
enthusiastic student of the Irish Language.
