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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 109 |
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And where is Morrough, the descendant of kings, The defeater of a hundred, the daringly brave, Who set but slight store byjewels and rings, Who swam down the torrent and laughed at its wave ? Where, O Kinkora?
And where is Donogh, King Brian's worthy-son? And where is Conaing, the beautiful chief? And Kian and Core? Alas! they are gone: They have left me this night alone with my grief! Left me, Kinkora!
And where are the chiefs with whom Brian went forth ? The sons never-vanquished of Evin the brave, The great King of Osnacht, renowned for his worth, And the hosts of Baskinn from the western wave ? Where, O Kinkora?
O where is Duvlann of the swift-footed steeds ? And where is Kian who was son of Molloy ? And where is King Lonergan, the fame of whose deeds In the red battle-fields no time can destroy ? Where, O Kinkora?
And where is that youth of majestic height, The faith-keeping Prince of the Scots ? Even he As wide as his fame was, as great was his might, Was tributary, Kinkora, to thee ! Thee, O Kinkora!
They are gone, those heroes of royal birth Who plundered no churches, and broke no trust; 'Tis weary for me to be living on earth When they, O Kinkora, lie low in the dust. Low, O Kinkora! |
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