AN GAOOAL.
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AN BÁRD 'GUS AN FÓ.
(Leanta.)
CATH-RANN.
Ahi! Ahoi! Ahoi! Ahoi!
Fáire! Dhalcaisigh! Ai---Ahoi!
Ho! na píoba bagairt!
Ho! mac-alla freagairt!
Ho! na lannta glinne!
Ho! an namhaid cruinn'the!
Tar! tar! tá 'n lá a' bán'adh,
An fhuiseog cánadh,
Tá 'n drúcht go geal air shaileóg fhiadhain;
Na biodh do shúile,
Faoi shuan níos moille,
Acht éirig, éirigh leis an gréin!
Tar! tar! a dhócais Éireann,
le onóir 's fírinn!
Tá sean-chompánuighe ort a' fanacht.
Ní leatsa 'n croidhe
Is furus chlaoidheadh
Nuair tá Dia 's do Ghrádh a' tabhairt a
m-beannacht.
Is Sé an Chúmacht fíor
Tá cóimhead ort go síor,
Ta A lámh in aghaidh Earraidh' coidhche;
Is aingeal glégeal í
Tá ort a' guidhe
Tríd uairibh uaigneach' dubh' na h-oidhche.
O tar! tá 'n lá a' bán'adh,
An fhuiseog cánadh,
Tá'n drúcht go geal air shaileóg fhiadhain;
Ná biodh do shúile
Faoi shuan níos moille,
Acht éirigh, éirigh leis an gréin!
Tar leat! tar leat! beidh onóir seunmhar
Is leatsa croidh' tá gcómhnuigh' treunmhar
Nuair agad tá cabhair Dé 's do Ghrádh
Buailfir chum saoirse 's ceist na h-Éi-
reann.
PÁIRT II.
Paidir.
Do pháisdighe ghrádhmhar' cóimhéad,
A Dhé, ár n-Athair!
Ionnas nach g-caillfear iad,
Gan Tú 'nn a láthair!
Sín Do lámh-sa tharsa,
Cúmhduigh! 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!
