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He fought at Casino—she's proud of his glory |
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Yet sadly she sings "Siubhail a Rúin" all the day |
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Oh, come home my darling, come home to Finae |
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At 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 |
| [01:30.42] |
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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Behind him the Cravats, their sections display |
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Beside him rides Fergus and he shouts for Finae |
| [02:31.65] |
On the slopes of La Judoigne the Frenchmen are flying |
| [02:40.71] |
Lord Clare and his squadrons the foe still defying |
| [02:49.07] |
Outnumbered and wounded retreat in array |
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And bleeding rides Fergus and he thinks of Finae |
| [03:15.45] |
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 |
