paroles de chanson The Blackbird of Sweet Avondale - The Wolfe Tones

In the fair Bay of Dublin while carelessly strolling
I sat myself down near a clear crystal stream
Reclined on the beach in wild accent deploring
In sorrow condoling I heard a fair maid
Her hopes changed to mourning that once were so glorious
I stood in amazement to hear her sad tale
Her heart strings were torn in wild accents so glorious
Saying, "Where is my blackbird of sweet Avondale?"
In the fair counties Kerry, true Cork and Tipperary
The rights of old Ireland my blackbird did sing
But woe to the hour with the dark lights in Derry
When he from my arms to Dublin took way
Oh heaven give ear to my supplication
And strengthen the bold sons of old Grainne Mhaol
And promise that my country will soon be a nation
And bring back my blackbird of sweet Avondale
Oh Ireland my country awake from your slumbers
And bring back my blackbird so dear unto me
And let everyone know by the strength of your numbers
That we as a nation would like to be free