Hibernia V

Day 4,714, 21:19 Published in Ireland Ireland by Sethesin



Isles of Hebride

Oh Pearse how you rest patiently below this ancient land
With men before you in the earth, with your envisioned band
Of men who'd die for Gaeldom, with pomp and dignity
I ponder this a'shoaling off the Isles of Hebride

Oh nothing feeds a graveyard like a long and heated row
Cuchulain became immortal in a tale about a cow
Lets pipers fife, let weeping harps and drums run wild and free
I ponder this a'shoaling off the Isles of Hebride

Oh Eire you are young and old and something in-between
Seems anyone who sought you out were ne'er to be seen
Again you know I love you, as odd as you may be
I ponder this a'shoaling off the Isles of Hebride

Slán a fhágáil

Sethesin