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[ti:The Flower of Finae] |
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[ar:Karan Casey & John Doyle] |
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[al:Exiles Return] |
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Bright red is the sun o'er the waves of Lough Sheelin |
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A cool gentle breeze o'er the mountains is stealing |
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But fair round the islets the small ripples play |
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But fairer than all is the flower of Finae |
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Her hair is like night and her eyes like grey morning |
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She trips o'er the heather as if its touch scorning |
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But her heart and her lips are as mild as May Day |
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Young Eily McMahon is the flower of Finae |
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Who down the hillside like wild deer runs fleeter? |
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And who on the lakeside is hastening to greet her? |
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Who but Fergus O'Farrell, that fiery young gay |
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The darling and pride of the flower of Finae |
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One kiss and one clasp and one wild look of gladness |
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But why does it change all of a sudden to sadness? |
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He has told his sad fortune; he can no longer stay |
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He must leave his poor Eily all alone in Finae |
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For Fergus O'Farrell was true to his sire-land |
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But the strong hand of tyranny were drove in from Ireland |
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He joins the brigade in the wars far away |
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But he vows he'll return to the flower of Finae |
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Fought at Cremona—she hears of his story |
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He fought at Casano—she's proud of his glory |
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Yet sadly she sings "Siubhail a Rúin" all the day |
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O, come home my darling, come home to Finae |
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Long years have passed till she's nigh broken-hearted |
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Her reel and her rock and her flax she has parted |
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She sails with the wild geese to Flanders away |
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And leaves her poor parents alone in Finae |
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Lord Clare on the field of Ramillies is charging |
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Before him the Sassanach squadrons enlarging |
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Behind him the Cravats, their sections display |
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Beside him rides Fergus and he shouts for Finae |
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On the slopes of La Judoigne the Frenchmen are flying |
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Lord Clare and his squadrons the foe still defying |
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Outnumbered and wounded retreat in array |
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And bleeding rides Fergus and he thinks of Finae |
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In the cloisters of Ypres a banner is swaying |
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And by it a pale weeping maiden is praying |
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That flag's the sole trophy of Ramillies' fray |
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This nun is poor Eily, the flower of Finae |
