It was in the month of June Hanrahan was on the road near Sligo, but he did not go into the town, but turowards Beinn Bulben; for there were thoughts of the old times ing upon him, and he had no mind to meet with en. And as he walked he was singing to himself a song that had e to him oime in his dreams: O Deaths old bony finger Will never find us there In the high hollow townland Where loves to give and to spare; Where boughs have fruit and blossom At all times of the year; Where rivers are running over With red beer and brown beer. An old man plays the bagpipes In a gold and silver wood; Queens, their eyes blue like the ice, Are dang in a crowd.
The little fox he murmured, O what of the worlds bahe sun was laughing sweetly, The moon plucked at my rein; But the little red fox murmured, O do not pluck at his rein, He is riding to the townland That is the worlds bane.
When their hearts are so high That they would e to blows, They unhook their heavy swords……（内容加载失败！）
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