These are a few of my favourite things Raindrops and roses And whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with strings These are a few of my favourite things

Cream-coloured ponies and crisp apple strudels Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings These are a few of my favourite things

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes Silver – white winters that melt into springs These are a few of my favourite things

I simply remember my favourite things And then I don’t feel so bad When the dog bites When the bee stings When I’m feeling sad I simply remember my favourite things And then I don’t feel so bad

And whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens Raindrops and roses And whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with strings These are a few of my favourite things

Samhradh Samhradh ! Samhradh Samhradh Samhradh, samhradh, bainne na ngamhna, Thugamar féin an samhradh linn. Samhradh buí na nóinín glégeal,

Thugamar féin ón gcoill chraobhaigh Thugamar féin an samhradh linn Samhradh buí ó luí na gréine, Thugamar féin an samhradh linn.

Bábóg na Bealtaine, maighdean an tSamhraidh, Suas gach cnoc is síos gach gleann Cailíní maiseacha bán –gheala glégeal Thugamar féin an samhradh linn.

Cuileann is coll is trom is caorthann, Thugamar féin an samhradh linn, An fuinseog ghléigeal bhéil an Átha, Thugamar féin an samhradh linn.

Samhradh, samhradh, bainne na ngamhna, Thugamar féin an samhradh linn. Samhradh buí na nóinín glégeal, Thugamar féin an samhradh linn

Bábóg na Bealtaine, maighdean an tSamhraidh, Suas gach cnoc is síos gach gleann Cailíní maiseacha bán –gheala glégeal Thugamar féin an samhradh linn.

Samhradh, samhradh Is cé bhainfeadh dínn é? Samhradh samhradh Ó luí na gréine .

Labhair an Teanga Gaeilge Ó labhair an teanga Ghaeilge liom, A chuid mo chroí is a stór, An teanga a labhair mo mháthair liom, In Éirinn ghlas fadó. ‘Sí teanga bhinn ár sinsear í, An chaint is milse glór: Is bain dem’chroí an brón.

Ó labhair an teanga Ghaeilge liom, ‘Sí teanga cheart na nGael: An teanga bhinn is ársa ‘tá Lé fail ar fud an tsaoil. A stór mo chroí is beannacht ort, A chailin óig gan cháim, Cá bhfuil sa saol aon teanga mar Ár dteanga féin le fail ? Nil fios ce a chum ??????

The Old Woman of the Roads by Padraic Colum ( 1881—1972) O to have a little house! To own the hearth and stool and all The heaped –up sods upon the fire, The pile of turf against the wall! To have a clock with weights and chains, And pendulum swinging up and down! A dresser filled with shining delph, Speckled with white and blue and brown!

I could be busy all the day Cleaning and sweeping hearth and floor, And fixing on their shelf again My white and blue and speckled store! I could be quiet there at night Beside the fire and by myself, Sure of a bed and loath to leave The ticking clock and the shining delph!

Och! but I’m weary of mist and dark, And roads where there’s never a house or bush, And tired I am of bog and road, And the crying wind and the lonesome hush! And I am praying to God on high, And I am praying him night and day, For a little house – a house of my own- Out of the wind’s and rain’s way.