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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 79 |
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Said Shiela-ni-Gara, " 'Tis a kind wind and a true, For it rustled soft through Aileach's Halls and stirred
the hair of Hugh ; Then blow, wind ! and snow, wind ! What matters
storm to me Now I know the fairy sleep must break and set the
sleepers free ! "
But, Shiela-ni-Gara, why rouse the stony dead,
Since at your call a living host shall circle you instead ?
Long is our hunger for your voice—the hour is drawing near —
O Dark Rose of our Passion / call and our hearts shall hear. |
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THE BROWN WIND OF CONNACHT
THE brown wind of Connacht Across the bogland blown (The brown wind of Connacht) Turns my heart to a stone; For it cries my name at twilight,
And cries it at the noon — " O Mairgread Ban ! O Mairgread Ban ! M Just like a fairy tune.
The brown wind of Connacht,
When Dermot came to woo (The brown wind of Connacht)
It heard his whispers too ; |
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