498
AN GAODHAL.
King of the Waters, River Amazon.
Lake State, Mich.
Land of steady Habits, Conn.
Little Rhody, R. I.
Lone Star State, Texas
Lumber State, Me.
Mason & Dexey Line, the boundary line between
Pa., Md., & Sa.
Modern Athens, Boston.
Monumental City, Baltimore.
Mother of Presidents, Va., which gave six Presi¬
dents to America.
Mother of States, Va.
Mound City, St. Louis.
(To be Continued)
TOIRDHEALBHACH CÓIR Ua h-ÁMUIL.
Le Peadar Ua Doirnín.
(We are indebted to Mr. Henry Durnin Tangi¬
pahoa, La, for this song.)
Air :— Domhnall Meidhreach.
Ní chreidim go deoigh i n-fear le mo bheó
Bheith bocht no go leonfaidh an bás é,
Is a liacht sin dóigh a d-tigid na torrtha
Air dhuine gan stór is é ársaidh.
Ga fiosach neach beo cia maidin no neoin
A g-cuirfeadh an Rígh glórmhar ágh air
Mur theagmhuigh a chróisde a tasdail na
m-bothairidh
Do Thoirdhealbhach cóir Ua n-Ámuil.
Níor chruinnigh se stór no cisde de'n ór,
Ach i caith'd' d-tígh 'n óíl go fáilte,
Shuidhfeadh sé air bórd ó mhaidin Dia
Domhnaid
Go n-éireoch' an lá Dia Sáchairne.
Ní dheunadh se cómhair le mná no mí-lórd
Ní fhoirseadh, ní threadh'dh, 's ní fháladh,
'S i bh-feic sibh fa dhóigh mur chur fortún
i g-cóisde,
Toirdhealbhach cóir Ua n-Ámuil.
Ní raibh tigh-leanna fa chuairt ó Charr¬
uig i d-tuaidh
Go h-Innis-Eoghain suairc no fáilte,
Ó sin go Maghnuad 's go Dealgan na g-
cuach
Nár thiormuigh sé suas, mo pháisde.
Dá dtagadh na sluaighte phronnadh gan
ghruaim,
Na caisgibh o'n chuan gan cháinidh
'S ní bheidheadh oistler gan duais o Toir¬
dhealbhach ruadh
Fan eachruidh chur suas air stábla.
B'fheárr liom le mo bheó gan chapaill gan
bhó,
Gan fearann, is fós gan fárus,
Ná imtheacht 'sa ród mur Íarus óig,
Mac Dadalus eolach aghmhar.
B'fheárr imtheacht 'sa meodhan mur teag¬
asgadh dhó
Ná brosdadh le stródh go h-árd suas,
Gur thuit sé fa dhóigh is a chleite gan
treoir,
is a d-tonna na Bochna bathadh é.
A Thoirdhealbhaigh feuch 's na lean-sa don
riagal
Le 'r cailleadh an Fial-mhac Abhaid
Tráth theabadh don ghrian leis na h-each¬
ruid do riaraidh
Ag imtheatht le riaghal a mháthara.
Leig leis na sriantaidh, 's bhrosduidh go
dian
Na greadha bhí Diana dan-bhras
Gur losgadh 'sna ciantaidh na Saracens
siar,
'S nach dona chuaidh a mhian le Phtaon.
Dá nglacfá mo chomhairle a dhuine ní
thabharfá
Toilte de 'n ór is grádh dhó :
D'aigneadh ní thógtha seach is mar choir
duit,
Ach imtheacht 'sa nós a 'r gnath leat.
Ní'l ann ach ceo, 's ní mhaireann sé g-
cómhnuidh,
'S is cathuighe ró mhór a lán de,
'S go g-crathfadh an cóisde an fear nach
bh-fuil eólac,
'Sa lathaigh is a thón a n-áirde.
As we are going to press we have
received from Mr. J. Nyhan Knock¬
bue N. S one of the finest pieces of
Irish poetry, entitled Smuaínte air
Éirinn, which we have ever seen. It,
with the author's name, will appear
in the next issue. Also, Jennie Ward,
one of Sweeney’s best efforts, at least,
our enthusiastic contributor, Mr. M.
P. Ward, says so, and that's Gospel.
Published also in "Irish-American."
"Gaelic Journal" Vol. VI. p. 121
another song
and at Vol. X. p. 44.
other songs of his
