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1. An Old Native's Song

   “Dear Erin how sweetly thy green bosom nises”

   

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   Níl tú logáilte isteach, ach tá fáilte romhat tras-scríobh a dhéanamh go hanaithnid. Sa chás seo, déanfar do sheoladh IP a stóráil ar mhaithe le rialú cáilíochta.

   Dear Erin how sweetly thy green bosom rises An emerald set on the ring of the sea Each blade of thy meadows my faithful heart prizes Thou Queen of the West, the world's Cuisle mo Chroidhe Thy gates open wide to the poor and the stranger There miles hospitality hearty and free Thy friendship is seen in the moment of danger And the wond'rer is welcomed with Cuisle mo Croidhe The sons they are brave but the battle once over In brotherly peace with their foes they agree And the roseate cheeks of the daughters discover The soul speaking blush that says Cuisle mo Chroidhe Then flourish for ever my dear native Erin While sadly I wander an exile from thee And firm as thy mountains, no injury fearing May heaven defend its own Cuisle mo Croidhe

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