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Aifric Mac Aodha
Orphan
My father and motherWere proud of me:
They never let on
That I didn’t make the wake.
When I came back, years later,
Their coffins had been gnawed.
I laid a trap down for a rat
And caught a little bird.
From: Gabháil Syrinx
Publisher: An Sagart, Dingle, 2010
Publisher: An Sagart, Dingle, 2010
Dilleachta
Dilleachta
M’athair is mo mháthair,Asam, bhí mórálach:
Ní ligfidís le héinne é
Gur scaoileas tharam a dtórramh.
D’fhilleas orthu blianta anonn,
Bhí gnaíte ar a gcónraí.
Chuireas gaiste síos don fhrancach,
Ach níor cheapas ann ach smólach.
© 2010, Aifric Mac Aodha
From: Gabháil Syrinx
Publisher: An Sagart, Dingle
From: Gabháil Syrinx
Publisher: An Sagart, Dingle
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Orphan
My father and motherWere proud of me:
They never let on
That I didn’t make the wake.
When I came back, years later,
Their coffins had been gnawed.
I laid a trap down for a rat
And caught a little bird.
From: Gabháil Syrinx
Publisher: 2010, An Sagart, Dingle
Publisher: 2010, An Sagart, Dingle
Orphan
My father and motherWere proud of me:
They never let on
That I didn’t make the wake.
When I came back, years later,
Their coffins had been gnawed.
I laid a trap down for a rat
And caught a little bird.
From: Gabháil Syrinx
Publisher: 2010, An Sagart, Dingle
Publisher: 2010, An Sagart, Dingle
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