Seán Ó Duíbhír a'Ghleanna

Oft of a pleasant morning, sunshine all adorning

I heard a horn give warning with the birds' mellow call

Badgers flee before us, woodcooks startle o'er us

Guns in a ringing chorus amid the echoes all

The fox runs high and higher, horsemen shouting nigher

The maid in mourning by her geese that are all gone

Now they fell the wild woods, farewell home of childhood

Oh Sean o Duibhir a ghleanna, your day is o'er

For it is my sorrow sorest, woe the falling forest

The north wind brings me no rest, and death is in the sky

My faithful hound tied tightly, never sporting brightly

Who would make a child laugh lightly with the tears in his eye

The antlered, noble-hearted stags are never parted

Never chased nor started from the whinny hills

Oh if peace came but the small way I would journey down on Galway

And leave, though not for always, my Erin of the ills

My woe and ruin through sinless death undoing

Came not o'er the strewing of all my bright hopes

How oft on sunny morning I would watch the spring returning

The autumn leaves are falling and the dew on woodland slopes

Now my land is a plunder, far my friends asunder

I must hide me under branch or bramble screen

And if soon I cannot save me by flight from foes who crave me

Oh Sean o Duibhir a ghleanna, death will come between

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