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Ar an leathanach seo

1. The Lass from Lacka More (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   as she sang an Irish song,
   Tis off in Tir na Nog we are an old man murmured near me.
   Her like is not in Ireland's ground,
   God spare the cailin long
   Such magic you'd be listenin' to the lilten of a linnet,
   Then you'd hear exile cryin' far a far-off silvery shore
   All at once you'd have a change an twas the men of Eirinn chargin'
   Such a way she had singin' had the Lass from Laccamore.

   Like a flame the wild unrest of love within my breast is burnin
   an 'tis little I can do except to dream of her all day,
   So when next I'll meet the mountain maid
   That holds my heart in keepin'
   I'll taken her little hand mine, an' this is what I'll say
   There never yet in all the world was half such wond'rous beauty
   An' never yet was half the love I feel

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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