paroles de chanson Graine Mhaol (Grain Waile) - The Wolfe Tones

One night as oppressed with soft slumbers I lay
And dreamed of old Erin of thought of by day
Of long lasting wars between Saxon and Gael
Uprose the bright vision of Graine Mhaol
Old Erin's green mantle around her was flung
And down her fair shoulders the rich tresses hung
Her eyes like the sun of the young morning shone
Whilst her harps sent forth strains of the days now gone
Of Erin's fair daughters a circle was seen
Each one with her distaff surrounding the queen
Whose sweet vocal chorus was heard to prolong
The soul-stirring anthems of harp and song
To Erin what shame and what lasting disgrace
That her sons should be crushed by a vile foreign race
Who have banished her priests and polluted her fanes
And turned to a desert her fertile plains
To Erin what shame and what lasting disgrace
That her sons should be crushed by a vile foreign race
Who have banished her priests and polluted her fanes
And turned to a desert her fertile plains