FAREWELL to Sliev Morna, The hills of the winds! Where the hunters of Ullin Pursue the brown hinds! Farewell to Loch Ern where the wild eagles dwell! Farewell to Shan-avon, Shan-avon, farewell! Farewell to bright tresses, Farewell to bright eyes, To the snow-covered bosoms That heave with their sighs! Long, long for their heroes in vain may they swell, Farewell to fair maidens, fair maidens, farewell Farewell to our castles, Our oak-blazing halls, Where the red fox is prowling Alone in the walls! Farewell to the joys of the harp and the shell, Farewell to Ierne, Ierne, farewell. |