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1. Granuaile (continued)

   

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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.
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   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.

   

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