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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 331 |
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The true hearts in trouble,βthe strong hands to strive β Fair Hills of Erie O ! Ah, 'tis this makes my grief, my wounding and my
woe To think that each chief is now a vassal low, And my country divided amongst the Foreign Foe β The Fair Hills of Erie O !
In purple they gleam, like our High Kings of yore,
The Fair Hills of Eire O ! With honey and cream are her plains flowing o'er,
Fair Hills of Eire O ! Once more I will come, or very life shall fail, To the heart-haunted home of the ever-faithful Gael, Than king's boon more welcome the swift swelling sail β
For the Fair Hills of Eire O !
The dew-drops sparkle, like diamonds on the corn,
Fair Hills of Eire O! Where green-boughs darkle the bright apples burn
Fair Hills of Eire O ! Behold, in the valley, cress and berries bland, Where streams love to dally, in that Wondrous Land, While the great River-voices roll their music grand
Round the Fair Hills of Eire O !
Oh, 'tis welcoming, wide-hearted, that dear land of love!
Fair Hills of Eire O ! New life unto the martyred is the pure breeze above
The Fair Hills of Eire O ! |
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