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1. Inisglora (continued)

   

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   While lovely they rot
   On that low sweet spot
   On the island of Inisglora

   
   (III)

   In the good days of old,
   For such we are told,
   Ere aliens thronged her shore,
   There once lived in this place,
   A grand holy race,
   Who kindled the fires of love.
   When the laws of the land,
   With an iron hand
   Crushed the faith of forefathers holy,
   They failed to efface
   The name of this place
   The island of Inisglora

   
   (IV)

   Now the sun in the west
   Is sinking to nest
   Its rays over the deep waters shining,
   As I strayed on the strand
   Of this once famous land,
   On the beach with sadness repining
   I sighed for the day,
   When the glorious ray,
   Of religion shall shine pure and holy

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Seán Ó Dubhthaigh

   Gender

   Male

   Informant

   T. Ó Maolálaígh

   Gender

   Male

   Age

   45

   Occupation

   Feirmeoir

   Address

   Cnocán na Líne, Co. Mayo