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Cill Dealga, Co. na Mí
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Máire Nic Dhiarmada

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A Legend of Frayne

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A Legend of Frayne

Prelude
Song - Air "The Irishman"
Fresh emerald rolled Sweet Mitchelstown
And there the golden day-god Spread
His glowing beams are sinking down
In glory on his ocean bed.
The milk-white lambkins frisked and played,
The ring-dove cooed and cooed again,
And Zephyrs Sighing Softly Strayed,
Along the daisy mantled plain.
Where rippling winds the green-fringed brook,
And water flags grow tall and Strong.
Some wayward fate that evening took
A Gaelic maid to muse along
But angel wildering beauties mild
A rustic muse may not explain;
That eve ambrosial well beguiled
Was raptured I by Mary Jane.
Her wavy hair like midnight fell
Adown her nect of ivory
And on chaste coral lips did dwell
Smiles, tokens of felicity.

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Teanga
Béarla