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glenswilly - the wolfe tones lyrics

attention pay, my country men and hear my native news
although my song is sorrowful i hope you’ll me excuse
i left my peaceful residence, a foreign land to see
and i bid farewell to donegal, likewise to glensw*lly

some stalwart men around me stood, each comrade kind and true
and as i grasped each well known hand to bid a last adue
i said, “my fellow countrymen, i hope you’ll soon be free
to raise the sunburst proudly o’er the hills of glensw*lly”

no more beside a sycamore i’ll hear the blackbird sing
no more to me the blithe cuckoo shall welcome back the spring
no more i’ll plough your fertile fields, a chuisle geal mo chroídhe
for the foreign soil i’m doomed to toil, far far from glensw*lly
it is these cruel english laws that curse our native isle
must irish men always live like slaves or else die in exile?
there’s not a man to strike a blow or keep down tyranny
since lord leitrim like a dog was shot, not far from glensw*lly

god bless ye, dark ol’ donegal, my own dear native land
in dreams i oft*times see your hills and towering mountains grand
but alas, three thousand miles that lie betwixt these hills and me
i’m a poor, forlorn exile cast far far from glensw*lly

- the wolfe tones lyrics

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