Scoil: Drumkerl

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1. The Knights of Drumlane (ar lean)

   

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   Wore a gown of the Lincoln Green
   I would venture to say that in Europe this day,
   She appeared like an Empress or Queen.
   For her eyes they were blue and her heart it was true
   And the tears they kept falling like rain
   Alas! She did cry. I fear I shall die
   For by gallant brave Knight of Drumlane.
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   As she rose from the ground where she sat herself down
   She bedowed the cold earth with her tears
   As her hero so brave, came to take his last 'Cave'
   And to bid a farewell to his dear
   She says my dear boy, you're the 'Hector of Troy'.
   My heart you have bound in love's chain
   Can you be so unkind, as to leave me behind
   And forsake your own love in Drumlane.

   He says, 'My dear Jane, it gives me great pain
   To forsake my own comrades and you
   Tjo' love bids me stay, and not go away;
   Sweet Liberty bids me pursue
   But when Freedom's bud cell, joins Irishmen all
   and Dan sends his voice oe'r the main;
   You shall see your brave Knight in his armour so bright,
   Leading on the brave Knights of Drumlane.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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