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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 265 |
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SIR CHARLES GAVAN DUFFY (1816-1903)
INNISHOWEN
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OD bless the gray mountains of dark Donegal, God bless Royal Aileach, the pride of them all j For she sits evermore like a queen on her throne, And smiles on the valley of Green Innishowen. And fair are the valleys of Green Innishowen, And hardy the fishers that call them their own — A race that nor traitor nor coward have known Enjoy the fair valleys of Green Innishowen.
Oh ! simple and bold are the bosoms they bear,
Like the hills that with silence and nature they share;
For our God, who hath planted their home near his own,
Breathed his spirit abroad upon fair Innishowen. Then praise to our Father for wild Innishowen, Where fiercely forever the surges are thrown — Nor weather nor fortune a tempest hath blown Could shake the strong bosoms of brave Innishowen.
See the bountiful Couldah ' careering along — A type of their manhood so stately and strong —
1 Couldah, Culdaff, the chief river in the Innishowen mountains. |
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