An GAODHAL
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Fáilte uaim dod mhongshuil mhall
Is dod ghruadh dhonn úr, fáiltig mhín,
Is dod chéibh ngniomheachtaig dtais dtruin,
Is dod bhois cuir síth sheocraig slím.
Fáilte uaim dod bhrághaid bháin,
Raine buadh fhailte gach aon,
Dod shúil glas fhíor fháiltig fhéil
Is dod bhois réig chíorfháinneach chaoimh,
Fáilte uaim dod mhala mhín,
Do chruith haighe is dod tuchd seimh.
Is dod troig shlat leabhair shaor
Dtaithniomhaig gcáimh róghil reigh
Fáilte reomhad ad Mhaithir mic;
Fáilte ó'n dá chás is cóir duit,
Sibh ad shóigh ar mheas do mhic
Coir areic read chneas mar chuip.
Tú an fhíorogh gan riara riot,
An trínóid air luighe leat,
Tú ár ndaingion air ghoin aghlac
Aingiol ód mhachruibh do reic.
Tú glan ghrian mhuir neimh aniogh,
Tú an bán liaig gan raira ria,
Iomdha nídh re a gcuire a clú,
Tú do ghnídh duine do Dhia.
[Do lean mé 'n sean mheamram chódh beacht is b'fhéidir
liom.
— T. Ua G.]
(This poem is dated 1778.)
Feach
Dán eile leis an
fhile osna
Bourke's "College
Irish Grammar
page 270.
SEANMHÓIR GHAODHALGE.
Leis an Athair Urramach P. I. Ua Cui¬
nibh i d-Teampull Naoimh Alphonsuis,
Eobhrach Nuadh, Oidh'l Pádhruic, 1895.
(Leanta.)
Mar s n do chuir sí a cuid diabhlóir
chuig an Árdeasbog ag cur cathugh¬
adh air le go d-tiubharfadh sé 'n fómós
reamhráidhte do Bhettigh, acht go dúthrach¬
dach, dílis, dhiúltaigh sé na cathuightheoir¬
idhe 'san spioraid naomhtha sin a chuir
iad ar siúbhal. Gan mhoill ghabh teacht¬
airidhe Bhettigh 'n t-Áirdeabog, & chuir
siad i g-carcair i m-B'l'áth-cliath ar
feadh tamaill é, ar súil go d-tréigfeadh
sé an creideamh beannuighthe; ach bhí sé
seasmhach do deo i n-grása Dé.
Translation.
Hence she sent her diabolical representatives to
the Archbishop to tempt him to accord the afore-
said obedience to Betty, but truly and faithfully,
he refused the tempters in that holy spirit which
made them depart. Without delay Betty's minions
seized the Archbishop and placed him in prison in
the city of Dublin, for some time, thinking that
he would desert the blessed religion. But he was
steadfast for ever in the grace of God.
He refused her devils, and because of that, under
that miserable man, Mountjoy, by the orders of
Betty; the sentence of death was passed on the
Archbishop. But what form of death was he to
suffer ? To be roasted until life should depart from
his blessed body. As they tied him to the tree in
the place now called College Green did they kindle
a large fire about him so as to put him to death
quickly? They did not; that would be too merci¬
ful; but instead of that they put oil and spirits and
other inflamables on his bare feet. It was lit until
