Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)
Druimfhionn Donn Dilis
-- O Druimfhionn Donn Dilis! O Silk of the Kine! Where goest thou for sleeping? What pastures are thine? -- In the woods with my gilly Always I must keep, And 'tis that now that leaves me Forsaken to weep. Land, homestead, wines, music: I am reft of them all! Chief and bard that once wooed me Are gone from my call! And cold water to soothe me I sup with my tears, While the foe that pursues me Has drinking that cheers. -- Through the mist of the glensides And hills I return: Like a brogue beyond mending The Sasanach I'll spurn: If in battle's contention I have sight of the crown, I'll befriend thee and defend thee, My young Druimfhionn Donn!
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