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AN GAOḊAL
BUD LUAĊṀAR, TEARC, SEÓIDE NA h-ÓIĠ-ṀNÁ
SÁIṀ'.
Fonn — Tá an Saṁraḋ teaċt.
I
Buḋ luaċṁar, tearc, seóide na h-óiġ-ṁná sáiṁ'
Agus fáinne de 'n ór ar a ḃleasg in a láiṁ,
Aċ buḋ lonnraiġe go fada a sgéiṁ is a bláṫ
Ná an ór-ṡlat 's na seóide d'a áille 's d'a ḃreáġa,
II
Naċ iongnaḋ do 'n ṁaiġdean, a d' ḟiafruiġ at saoi
Ḃeiṫ siuḃal go h-aonraċ ann uaigneas na sliġe;
Ḃ-fuil suḃáilciḋe óig-ḟear na h-Éireann ċo mór,
'S nach dtnúṫfaḋ go truailliḋ le ainnḟir nó ór?
III
Do ṡreagair, ní'l eaglaḋ ná buaiḋirt ar mo ċroiḋe,
Ní ḋeunfaḋ clann Éireann dam doċar nó díṫ;
Giḋ claonṁar ar ḋeise iad 's ar ṡeóidiḃ go leór,
Is annsa le cionġioll a's cáiḋe go mór.
IV
Le smígeaḋ sgiaṁaċ, lasta ó ionracas ċroiḋe,
Siuḃal an óig-ḃean go muiniġneaċ iomlán na críċ',
Is beannaċt do 'n te, ag a raḃ dóṫċus as cáil
Na ḃ-flaṫa saoi-ḃeusaċ, feara fior Innse-fail.
RICH AND RARE WERE THE GEMS SHE
WORE.
Air — The Summer is Coming.
I
Rich and rare were the gems she wore,
And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore ;
But ah ! her beauty was far beyond
Her sparkling gems or snow-white wand.
II
"Lady ! dost thou not fear to stray,
So lone and so lovely along this bleak way?
Are Erin's sons so good or so cold
As not to be tempted with woman or gold?"
III
"Sir Knight! I feel not the least alarm ;
No son of Erin will offer me harm :—
For though they love woman and golden store,
Sir Knight! they love honor and virtue more."
IV
On she went, and her maiden smile
In safety lighted her round the green Isle ;
And blest forever is she who relied
Upon Erin's honor and Erin's pride.
