The Downfall of the Gael
Translated by Samuel Ferguson
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THE DOWNFALL OF THE GAEL
My heart is in woe, And my soul deep in trouble,— For the mighty are low, And abased are the noble.
The Sons of the Gael Are in exile and mourning, Worn, weary, and pale, As spent pilgrims returning;
Or men who, in flight From the field of disaster, Beseech the black night On their flight to fall faster;
Or seamen aghast When their planks gape asunder, And the waves fierce and fast Tumble through in hoarse thunder;
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