AN GAODHAL.
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Ní bhuailfidh m' chroidhe.
Eochaidh — Beothach.
Ach geallfamuid a choidh'e,
Gan fanacht annsan t-slíghe,
Bh-fuil baoghal súil' de mhnaoi
Go fíor a luighe.
Ann sin a chómhluighe fíor',
A m-bíth no bás go síor,
A g-ceolaireacht no meír,
Ní thréigfimid ar d-tír.
Eochaidh.
Éistidh ! an gháir chum glóire!
Cluinim-se féin í.
Beothach.
Cóimhead! seachain an ghlóire!
Is ádhbhar léin í
Eochaidh.
Biodh cruit a's beart dín do h-Éir¬
inn choidhche.
Beotach.
'Gus croidhe a's neart dín, bídhid
buadhmhar choidhche.
EOCHIDH — BEOTHACH.
Beothach.
Ho! O minstrel ! Hail to thee !
Eochaidh.
Eternal health to thee O brother !
Beothach.
Whither away?
Eochaidh.
To the city's shade I go.
Beothach.
On the journey I go with thee.
Eochaidh.
Down from the north art thou come?
Beothach.
Truly ! and thou, O minstrel !
Eochaidh.
I came from the Southland that birth to me gave ;
There by the sea-shore I learned my song,
There where the great ocean in darksome cave
Panted around me the whole day long.
It seemed unto me like the minstrel's heart
As it beats with the patriot's sacred fire ;
Like the throb of pain when the tongue of art
Cannot voice the souls desire.
Beothach.
I am sprung from the clans of the North,
In my childhood I tended the cattle,
But, a sapling, alone came I forth,
And for Erin I fought in the battle.
For our hearts and their hopes are our own,
And the shackles of peace shall not bind
[them.
They were fashioned for freedom alone,
And our brawn but that freedom to find them
Beothach.
Come : thy harp o’er thy mantle sling,
I will be thy knight.
Eochaidh.
Thee and thy sword,
I will nerve them in the fight.
Eochaidh — Beothach.
Onward. Onward,
The Bard and the Knight.
Beothach.
If thus we trod life's pathway o’er.
Eochaidh.
To toil hand in hand,
For Erin and the right.
Beothach.
I am thine for thy cause evermore.
Eochaidh — Beothach.
Onward, Onward,
The Bard and the Knight.
Ah, yes true comrades we
For life and death shall be,
In mirth and minstrelsy.
So side by side for aye
In peace or battle fray ;—
Nor one from other stray
By night or by day.
Eochaidh,
Perchance some gentler love
May hap thy heart to prove?
Beothach.
Nor Fame my breast can move
Nor maiden sigh.
Eochaidh — Beothach.
Then swear we, thou and I,
The siren wiles to fly,
That e er in woman's eye,
We know to lie.
And then true comrades we
For life and death shall be,
In mirth and minstrelsy,
For land and liberty.
Eochaidh.
Hark thou, the call to glory,
Methinks I hear it.
Beothach,
Mark thou, Avoid thou glory,
The bravest fear it.
Eochaidh.
Be harp and brand then from Erin never,
Beothach.
Nor heart and hand then, is graceless ever,
(To be Continued)
We see by HEALTH and HOME, a Washington
journal largely devoted to medical science, that
Tobacco is a sure cure for various diseases.
The Washington Monument, just completed, is
the highest structure in the world. It is 570 feet
high, the walls, at the base, are 15 feet thick, and
at the top, 18 inches. The base is 55 feet square,
and the apex 34 feet. The total cost of erection is
$1.163.521.00. It is built of white marble, and
stands on the reservation, South of the Treasury
Department. An iron stair case leads to the top.
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