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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 505
By Tulsk and Tamona, hill, valley, and plain, To gray Ballintubber, O'Connor's domain; Then ages rolled backward in lengthened array, In song and old story, the long summer day; And cloud-like, the glories of Connaught rolled by, Till they sank in the horrors of grim Athenry !
Through the heaths of Kiltulagh, kind, simple, though
rude, To Aeliun's bright waters, where Willsborough stood; Ballinlough then spoke welcome from many a door, Where smiles lit kind faces that now smile no more ! Then away to the Moyne, o'er the Moors of Mayo, Still onward, still welcomed by high and by low — Blake, Burke, and O'Malley, Lynch, Kirwan and
Browne; By forest, lake, mountain, through village and town.
And kind were the voices that guided my way — 'Twas cead mile failte at closing of day, When young hearts beat lightly, and labor was done, For joy tracked my steps as light follows the sun. Then tales pleased the hamlet, and news cheered the
hall, And the tune of old times was still welcome to all; The praise of thy glory, dear Land of the West — But thy praises are still, and thy kind bosoms rest.
My blessing rest with you, dear friends, though no ,
more L Shall the poor and the weary rejoice at your door; Though like stars to your homes I have seen you
depart, Still ye live, O ye live, in each vein of my heart! |
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