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charles villiers stanford - the sword of erin كلمات أغنية

avenging and bright fall the swift sword of erin
on him who the brave sons of usna betray’d!
for every fond eye he hath waken’d a tear in
a drop from his heart_wounds shall weep o’er her blade

by the red cloud that hung over conor’s dark dwelling
when ulad’s three champions lay sleeping in gore
by the billows of war, which so often, high swelling
have wafted these heroes to victory’s shore

we swear to avenge them! _ no joy shall be tasted
the harp shall be silent, thе maiden unwed
our halls shall be mutе, and our fields shall lie wasted
till vengeance is wreak’d on the murderer’s head

yes, monarch! though sweet are our home recollections
though sweet are the tears that from tenderness fall;
though sweet are our friendships, our hopes, our affections
revenge on a tyrant is sweetest of all!

- charles villiers stanford

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