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The Dord Feinne (Author: Pádraic H. Pearse)

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1. 1] 'Se do bheatha, O woman that wast sorrowful,
   2] What grieved us was thy being in chains,
   3] Thy beautiful country in the possession of rogues,
   4] And thou sold to the Galls,
   5] Oró, 'se do bheatha a bhaile,
   6] Oró, 'se do bheatha a bhaile,
   7] Oró, 'se do bheatha a bhaile,
   8] Now at summer's coming!
2. 9] Thanks to the God of miracles that we see,
   10] Altho' we live not a week thereafter,
   11] Gráinne Mhaol and a thousand heroes
   12] Proclaiming the scattering of the Galls !
   13] Oró, 'se do bheatha a bhaile,
   14] Oró, 'se do bheatha a bhaile,
   15] Oró, 'se do bheatha a bhaile,
   16] Now at summer's coming!
3. 17] Gráinne Mhaol is coming from over the sea,
   18] The Fenians of Fál as a guard about her,
   19] Gaels they, and neither French nor Spaniard,
   20] And a rout upon the Galls !
   21] Oró, 'se do bheatha a bhaile,
   22] Oró, 'se do bheatha a bhaile,
   23] Oró, 'se do bheatha a bhaile,
   24] Now at summer's coming!