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Chorus:'Se/ mo laoch, mo |
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Ghile Mear' |
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Se/ mo Chaesar |
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Gile MearSuan na/ se/an ni/ bhfuaireas fe/in |
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O/ chuaigh i gce/in mo |
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Ghile Mear |
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Grief and pain are all |
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I knowMy heart is sore |
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My tears a'flow |
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We saw him go .... |
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No word we know of him... |
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ChorusA proud and gallant cavalier |
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A high man's scion of gentle mean(?) |
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A fiery blade engaged to reap(?) |
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He'd break the bravest in the field |
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ChorusCome sing his praise as sweet harps play |
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And proudly toast his noble frame |
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With spirit and with mind aflame |
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So wish him strength and length of day |
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Chorus |
