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Che Songs of the ‘Gael, ,
‘Orin-Cnui1'c .A01‘O111 pemionn.
-FAm-HILL’D,- PLEASANT IRELAND.
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Take a blessing from the heart of a lonely griever
To fair-'hill’d, pleasant Ireland,
To the glorious seed of Ir and Eivir,(I)
In fair-hill’d, pleasant Ireland,
Where the voice of birds 611 the wooded vale,
Like the morning harp o'er the fallen Gael-
And oh! that I pine, many long days’ sail
From fair-l1ill'd, pleasant Ireland.
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On the gentle heights are soft sweet fountains
. In fair-hill’d, pleasant Ireland ;.
I would choose o’er this land the blezikest mountains.
In fair-hill’d, pleasant Ireland4 ‘
More sweet than "fingers o’er strings of‘song , I .
The lowing of cattle the vales among, . >
And the sun smiling down upon old and young,
In fair-hiIl’d, pleasant Ireland.‘ '
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There are numerous hosts at the trumpet’s warning
In fair-hill'd, pleasant Ireland; , '
And warriors bold, all dangers scorning,
‘ In fair-hill’d, pleasant Ireland-
Oh, memory sad! oh, tale of grief!
They are crushed by the stranger past all relief;
Nor tower, nor town hath its native chief,
In fair-hill’d, pleasant Ireland.‘ I
(x) 6113111‘, or Eivir, the son of Ir, who with his brothers, the sons of Milesius, shared Ireland between them. It and his son Eivir had Ulster for their share.
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