Imleabhar: CBÉ 0190
Ar an leathanach seo
- (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)V
I placed it o'er the fire once more
I heard my father sigh
I knew his thought were turning back
to days now long gone by.
And then I swore a solemn oath
I'd be my father's son
And if Eire ever needs my aid
I'll hold a Finian gun.
VI
That's years ago I've grown to be a man
And weathered many a gale.
The last twelve months were spent inside a gloomy English jail.
I've done my part, I'll do it still
Until the fight is won
When Ireland free shall bless the men
Who held the finian gun