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1. The Nun of Kenmare (ar lean)

   

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   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   IV
   And in this Cloister by the wave
   The Monks with locks of hoar
   Toiled day by day with loving hearts
   Upon old Erin’s lore.
   And well they rescued from the gloom
   The annals of the Gael,
   May God’s bright glory crown their souls
   Brave Monks of Innisfail

   V
   And to this Abbey holy came
   Fair youths across the foam,
   From Gaul and Greece, and Saxon land,
   And some from distant Rome,
   To kindle at its glorious shrine
   The torch of Knowledge bright
   And backward to their far-off homes
   To bear the beacon light.

   VI
   But darkness came upon our isle-
   Black Cromwell trod the land,
   And Ruin’s fire blazed luridly
   From Church and Abbey grand.
   And that great shrine of Irrelagh
   In crumbling ruins lay,
   And with its Monks were dead and gone –
   Were dead and passed away.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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