Granuaile
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to free our right's again.
'Twas by Coenshel [?] we were bound
Our sons were sent to gaol
You need not fret we'll have home rule yet
Says poor old Granuaile.
V
I awakened from my slumber
excited with the fright.
I thought it was the clear daylight
I found it was only night.
I looked around I could not see
But the walls of a lonely [?]
and thats the last of saw
Of poor old Granuaile.
'Twas by Coenshel [?] we were bound
Our sons were sent to gaol
You need not fret we'll have home rule yet
Says poor old Granuaile.
V
I awakened from my slumber
excited with the fright.
I thought it was the clear daylight
I found it was only night.
I looked around I could not see
But the walls of a lonely [?]
and thats the last of saw
Of poor old Granuaile.