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Ar an leathanach seo

1. The Irish Reaper's Harvest Hymn (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   But blessed be Mary!
   My sweet holy Mary!
   The "bodagh" he never dare call me a knave.

   From my mother's mud sheeling an outcast I fly,
   With a cloud on my heart, a a tear in my eye,
   Oh! I burn as I think that some one would say,
   "Revenge on your tyrants! -" but Mary, I pray,
   From my souls depth O Mary!
   And hear me sweet Mary!
   For Union and peace to old Ireland I pray.

   The land that I fly is fertile and fair,
   And more that I ask or I wish for is there,
   But I must not taste the good things that I see
   "There's nothing but rags, and green rushes for me"
   O milk Virgin Mary
   O sweet Mother Mary

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

   Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha.

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