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Ar an leathanach seo

1. A Song (ar lean)

   “T'was the eve of May and Summer gay sent forth its early smile”

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   Vourneen Geal Mo Croidhe

   5
   So to a tent we straight-away went I'm telling no white lies
   With cakes and sweets she did me treat with sea grass and bulls eyes
   Each orange red outsized my head and whiskey spilling free
   And I was fed with barley bread by the Vourneen Geal Mo Croidhe

   6
   But I had to part this maid so smart more dear than gold in stock
   With hand and word to meet my bird White Sunday at the rock
   So as a hare when hounds are near through Clydagh I will flee
   And o'er the hills out at the mills to the Vourneen Geal Mo Croidhe

   7
   She sighed day, day 'til the end of May so she took my trembling hand
   I could not walk or think or talk I could not move or stand
   Less one small hiss by that and this would hang me from a tree
   Again to meet the lips so sweet of the Vourneen

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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