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Neamhshuntasach (Unregistered Guest)
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| | Posted on Tuesday, November 22, 2005 - 09:11 am: |   
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I found a book in the library written by a man with my father's surname. its been a long time since i have been in ireland and can only make out some of it. many thanks to those who do this.
Ar Oileán na hOilithreachta
Go fiú ar an oileán seo
Is cosc ar ghreim láimhe
Dá mbeadh do lámh agam
Ghreamóinn i go rábach --
Ní hea, ní go rábach é
Ach go híogair, go híogair,
Chomh híogair san
Ná haireodh éinne é --
Einne beo --
Tusa fhéin
Go fiù. |
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Aonghus
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Username: Aonghus
Post Number: 2540
Registered: 08-2004
| | Posted on Tuesday, November 22, 2005 - 10:32 am: |
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On the Island of Pilgrimage
Even on this Island
where holding hands is forbidden
If I had your hand
I would grip it tightly
No, not tightly,
But sensitively, sensitively
so sensitively that
none would notice it
no one at all
you yourself
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mahoo (Unregistered Guest)
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| | Posted on Tuesday, November 22, 2005 - 12:22 pm: |
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Who wrote that it is beautiful! |
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Domhnall
Member
Username: Domhnall
Post Number: 340
Registered: 06-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, November 22, 2005 - 12:56 pm: |
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Ye sin an-dheas!
A people without a language of its own is only half a nation.A nation should guard its language more than its territories, 'tis a surer barrier and a more important frontier than mountain or river
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