I The sun behind the western hill Was sinking to the sea; The darksome shades were falling fast On prairie lawn and lee. The night winds rave now violently, On Croghans royal hill, And solitude now reigns supreme By streamlet lake and rill. Thou glorious moon whose silvery light Shines fair o'er Innisfail, And brightens like a watch-fires light Each mountain hill and dale: Ah! loiter near that bounding ark, That cleaves the billows roar, And bears from Innisfail and me Young Annie Bán Asthore. II Though music strains were pealing sweet Through lone Kilcorkeys shades,
(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)
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