Raifteiri's last night in Cill Aodain
All evening he played his fiddle, and recited poems while the landlord
and his guests drank wine and ate food to their hearts content. After
a while the landlord sent Raifterí and a servant to Kiltimagh to
fetch some more wine. They each brought a horse, Raifterí chosing
the finest one of all, Frank Taffe's own, favourite horse. As the two
men raced along the road, Raifterí's steed stumbled into a ditch
and broke its neck. With heavy hearts, Raifterí and the servant
returned to Frank's house. When Frank heard what had happened, he was
outraged, and expelled Raifteri from Cill Aodáin for ever more.
I'll finish with a poem I wrote myself:
Ag Siúl
Is maith liom dul ag siúl,
síos go dtí an loch.
Is maith liom dul ag siúl,
Sa samhradh go moch.
Tá na lachain ag snámh san uisce,
Tá gach rud go breá,
Is maith liom dul ag siúl,
Go dtí an loch gach lá.
Le: Móna Ní Aidicin, Rang VI
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