paroles de chanson Lone Shanakyle - Dervish
Far
far
from
the
isle
of
the
holy
and
grand
Where
wild
oxen
fatten
and
brave
men
are
banned
All
lowly
and
low
in
a
far
distant
land
Do
I
wander
and
pine
for
poor
Erin
Lonely
and
sad
I
roam,
far
from
my
island
home
Where
the
wild
waves,
surging
foams,
headlands
appearing
Clouded
in
silv′ry
spray,
thrashing
through
heaven's
bright
ray
For
the
glory
and
pride
of
poor
Erin
Sweet,
sweet
Inis
Cathaigh
that′s
sacred
and
blessed
A
fit
place
for
a
saint
or
a
warrior's
rest
O
God
that
a
bear
should
be
best
of
his
brood
Who
now
bites
your
beauty
my
Erin
Lonely
and
sad
I
roam,
far
from
my
island
home
Where
the
wild
waves,
surging
foams,
headlands
appearing
Clouded
in
silv'ry
spray,
thrashing
through
heaven′s
bright
ray
For
the
glory
and
pride
of
poor
Erin
How
dearly
I
long
to
wander
once
more
To
the
old
ones
I
left
round
my
own
cabin
door
My
blessings
I
give
ten
thousand
times
o′er
With
a
prayer
and
a
tear
for
poor
Erin
Lonely
and
sad
I
roam,
far
from
my
island
home
Where
the
wild
waves,
surging
foams,
headlands
appearing
Clouded
in
silv'ry
spray,
thrashing
through
heaven′s
bright
ray
For
the
glory
and
pride
of
poor
Erin
Sad,
sad
is
my
fate
in
weary
exile
Dark,
dark
are
the
night
clouds
round
lone
Shanakyle
Your
murdered
sleep
silently
pile
upon
pile
In
the
coffinless
graves
of
poor
Erin
Lonely
and
sad
I
roam,
far
from
my
island
home
Where
the
wild
waves,
surging
foams,
headlands
appearing
Clouded
in
silv'ry
spray,
thrashing
through
heaven′s
bright
ray
For
the
glory
and
pride
of
poor
Erin
I
am
watching
and
praying
through
the
length
of
the
night
For
the
grey
dawn
of
freedom
my
signal
to
fight
My
rifle
is
ready
my
sabre
is
bright
For
to
strike
once
again
for
poor
Erin
Lonely
and
sad
I
roam,
far
from
my
island
home
Where
the
wild
waves,
surging
foams,
headlands
appearing
Clouded
in
silv'ry
spray,
thrashing
through
heaven′s
bright
ray
For
the
glory
and
pride
of
poor
Erin
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