AN GAODHAL
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An Chearc & an Tighearna Talmhan.
(The Hen and the Landlord.)
By P. McDermott, Wheeling, W. Va.
Is beag le rádh 'n chearc i d-tír ar
bith le breathnugh' uirre, ach i n-Éirinn 's
éigin di do bheith amuich moch & mall ag
cuartugh, & ag sgríobhadh na criadh, pioc¬
adh péist & cnuimheóg & ceapadh cuileóg
d'a beathugh' féin ag deunadh ubh le dhíol,
tabhairt gach h-uile chongnamh do 'n tala¬
mhuidh bhoicht leis an g-cíos d' íoc leis an
tighearna, chum go d-tiubharfadh 'n duine
uasal cead dhó a bheith bliadhain eile, air
a laighead beo ionn a thír féin, saoth¬
rugh' paisde talmhan garbh 'measg na g¬
carraig suas air mhullach an chnuic; &
mar seo, tógbháil bean & clann, nó mar
déarthá, ag congbháil corp & anam i g¬
ceann a chéile. Agus anuair i bhidheas
sí féin [an chearc] ramhar díoltar í, &
anuair i baintear an ceann di & gleus¬
tar a corp os cionn cláir, is ró unamh¬
uil gur b'é 'n tighearna & a lucht lean¬
mhana [an soirigheam, na peelers & an
báille] a thigeas & a chuireas a g-cúl le
balla go b-piocadh siad an fheoil d'a
cnámha. Is dona an chríoch a thigeas ar
an g-circ, & is diblighe 'n t-adhlacadh do
fuair sí air son an méid oibre cneas¬
ta do rinne sí cá fhaid a's bhí sí beo.
Acht dá m-beidheadh dlígheadh ceart i
Éirinn mar atá i d-tír ar bith eile, a¬
nois & arís, shuidhfeadh fir oibre fiúgh¬
antach thiomcholl an chláir a m-beidheadh
'n chearc gleustadh air, béarfadh siad
buidheachas do Dhia faoi 'n suipeur
maith do rinne sí. Agus déarfadh fear
an tighe, "Is iomdha nidh gan ainm gan air¬
eamh do chruthuidh Dia le sólás & subháilce
tabhairt go dhaoinibh bochta 'n t-saoighil
seo dá m-b'fhéidir leo é chongbháil dhóibh
féin. Agus is cinnte gur b'in cineál
cainte nach g-cuireann trioblóid mhór
air an g-ceud-drong a thugas droch-bhail
air an g-circ 'sna laethibh déigheanaighe so.
Ach orm-sa ní'l aon iongnamh, óir an
te itheas beatha mhaith gan t-saothrugh'
ní mian leis oiread do dheunadh 's é al¬
túgh'. Agus is mar sin 'tá 'n buna
daoineadh i n-Éirinn a bh-fuil seilbh na
talmhan acu.
IRELAND FOOLED AGAIN,
Written for The Gael, by
P A DOUGHER.
Oh Erin's sons and daughters brave you're fooled
again to-day,
Your Home Rule is a fizzle and a failure, I may
say;
And the chains that's bound you ever so long
these seven hundred years,
Are forged again with another link in the British
House of Peers.
Once Columille wrote his will and his prophecies
made known
That Ireland’s liberator would be from another
shore ;
We were then confused and still amused and oft
recite the stanz'
Go mbeith Eire saor gus air bhur mian gan buille
scein no claidheamh.
Have Irishmen come down so low to think or un¬
derstand
That the tyrants of creation would lend a helping
hand ;
The mockers of all justice, and persecuting band,
Would give you a Moses to restore your promised
land?
Oh no, you are deluded, though your arguments
are strong,
Your oppressors, without conscience, they glory
in their wrong ;
But keep your hold and be consoled, your cause
is from above,
For King of kings and Lord of lords chastiseth
whom he love.
My dear and loving brothers I fear you are going
astray,
In parleying with your enemy to help you in a
fray;
For the like of that is never been known that his¬
tory can show clear,
Where a battle's won without a gun, without a
sword or spear.
You must resort to elements and guidings you left
off,
And modes of civilization your enemy wont scoff ;
For parliament's a mockery the world does record
With that worthless institution called the British
House of Lords.
A word of warning now my friends, before it is
too late,
There is one thing still you do possess that is both
grand and great ;
Your enemy is after that, then all to them is won,
That is Erin's pride in days gone by, your loving
Celtic tongue.
Now beware of Saxon’s flattering gibes his schools
are a decoy
The last of Ireland's glory, her language, to des¬
troy;
Do not coincide with his nasty pride or you're
certain to bemoan,
But when he rattlees off his English tongue you
answer with your own.
Greenfield, NY, Sept. 26 '93.
