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Ar an leathanach seo

1. Ballad - The Wife of a Bold Tenant Farmer (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   But the Plan of Campaign it will pull down your pride,
   Tis able to stand every storm

   If my husband does drink, what is that to you (has it to do)
   I'd rather he'd drink it than give it to you,
   So make up your mind, you wont get a screw,
   For your poor marshy land is no bargain.

   We all joined the League on last New Year's Day
   I think in me heart we're not goin' astray,
   While our clergy are with is we'll carry the sway,
   Marching us all in good order.

   Here's to Father OLeary, the pride of our isle,
   'Tis he that could title the landlords in style,
   And Fr OSheehy of the rank and file,
   Beware and dont tramp on his corns."

   She shouted "Hurrah!" and she shouted "Hurray!"
   He turned his back, and like Nick flew away
   God save the Land-League, old Ireland did say,
   Agus fág é mar siud mar atá sé.

   

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