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to Brigid, daughter of Ireland
Daughter of all lands, let us praise her.
The bright torch of Leinster, shines across the country
The leader of Ireland's youth,

MARTYRS WHO DIED WILL HAUNT THE HALLS
 OF LEINSTER HOUSE & THE DAIL
AND THEIR SOULS WILL NEVER REST TILL IRELAND IS FREE 
OF THE LIES & GREED & TYRANNY

Charolais

Horslips

Tain [Expanded Edition]

1974

are also available; the 12th century Book
Of Leinster and the 14th century Yellow Book of Lecan. The Tain, as
Ireland's equivalent of the Aeneid, has

to Boston
So he has to play in goal
The pied piper's come to Ireland
And he's living on the dole

You can stroll through Cong or Ballinrobe
You can walk

The feasting at Kincora
In the court of Brian Boru
Was lavish in its splendour
And splendid through and through
The Chieftains of all Ireland
To this

London, a block from Limerick
And a spindle  from Leinster above
The best silk thread in the land
And your spinning wheel will be happy.

Fa-la-la,