Seán Ó Duíbhír Aghleanna

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Oft of a pleasant morning, sunshine all adorning
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I heard a horn give warning with the birds' mellow call
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Badgers flee before us, woodcocks startle o'er us
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Guns in a ringing chorus, amid the echoes all

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The fox runs high and higher, horsemen shouting nigher
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The maid in mourning by her geese that are all gone
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Now they fell the wildwoods, farewell home of childhood
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Oh, Sean o Duibhir a'ghleanna, your day is o'er

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For it is my sorrow sorest, woe the falling forest
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The north wind brings me no rest, and death is in the sky
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My faithful hound tied tightly, never sporting brightly
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Who would make a child laugh lightly with the tears in his eye

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The antlered, noble-hearted stags are never parted
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Never chased nor started from the whinny hills
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Oh, if peace came but the small way, I would journey down on Galway
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And leave, though not for always, my Erin of the hills

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My woe and ruin through sinless death undoing
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Came not o'er the strewing of all my bright hopes
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How oft on sunny morning, I would watch the spring returning
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The autumn leaves are falling and the dew on woodland slopes

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Now my land is a-plunder, far my friends asunder
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I must hide me under branch or bramble screen
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And if soon I cannot save me, by flight from foes who crave me
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Then, Sean o Duibhir a'ghleanna, death will come between