In The Seven Woods: Being Poems Chiefly of the Irish Heroic Age

There's many a strong farmer Whose heart would break in two If he could see the townland That we are riding to; Boughs have their fruit and blossom, At all times of the year, Ri...

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You'll stop with us And we will hunt the deer and the wild bulls And, when we have grown weary, light our fires In sandy places where the wool-white foam Is murmuring and breaki...