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1. Michael Dwyer's Wedding

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   I

   As the torrent bounds down from the mountain
   Of cloud helmed stormy Kaigeen,
   And tosses, all tawny and foaming
   Through the still glen of lone Carrageen.

   II
   So dashed a bold rider of Wicklow
   With forty stout men in his train,
   From the heart of the hills where the spirit,
   Of freedom has dared to remain.

   III
   Of gray frieze their caps and their surcoats
   Their carbines were close to their knee.
   And their belts were well furnished with pistols
   Like men who knew how to be free

   IV
   Oh, grass-green the sash on their shoulders
   Their caps crested green with cockades;
   And their leader he wore a long dagger
   The brightest and keenest of blades,

   V
   To the right ran Imale's lovely valley.
   And before them was meadow and mound.
   And the gallop of freemen was music

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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