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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS |
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Dear head of my darling,
How gory and pale These aged eyes see thee,
High spiked on their jail ! That cheek in the summer sun
Ne'er shall grow warm ; Nor that eye e'er catch light,
But the flash of the storm.
A curse, blessed ocean,
Is on thy green water, From the haven of Cork
To Ivera of slaughter : Since the billows were dyed
With thy red wounds of fear, Of Muiertach Oge,
Our O'Sullivan Bear ! |
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GOUGANE BARRA'
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HERE is a green island in lone Gougane Barra, Whence Allu of songs rushes forth like an arrow; In deep-valleyed Desmond a thousand wild fountains Come down to that lake, from their home in the
mountains. There grows the wild ash; and a time-stricken willow
1 Gougane Earra is a small lake about two miles in circumference, formed by the numerous streams which descend from the mountains that divide the counties of Cork and Kerry. |
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