Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 2)
- Date
- 1938
- Collector
- Location
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- (continued from previous page)I see the sun in splendoun go down' neath Peter's dome.
Thy voice my country bold and fair Tho' cherished by my heart, Yet I'm with thy sons, I'm for thy cause, From them I'll yet not part, then fare thee well my native land, To thee I'll yet not flee But ere long please god ill tread thy sod. Never more to part from thee.