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 Leave the little villages, o'er the black sea go, Learn the stranger's welcome, learn the exile's woe, Leave the little villages, but think not to forget, Afar they'll rise before your eyes to rack your bosoms yet. Moneymore, Moneygall, Monivea and Moyne, Mullinahone, Mullinavatt, Mullagh and Mooncoin, Shanagolden, Shanballymore, Stranorlar and Slane, Toberaheena, Toomyvara, Tempo and Strabane.

On the Southern Llanos,—north where strange light gleams, Many a yearning exile sees them in his dreams; Dying voices murmur (passed all pain and care), "Lo, the little villages, God has heard our prayer." Lisdoonvarna, Lissadil, Lisdargan, Lisnaskea, Portglenone, Portarlington, Portumna, Portmagee, Clondalkin and Clongowan, Cloondara and Clonae, God bless the little villages and guard them night and day!

THE SOUL OF KARNAGHAN BUIDHE

It was the soul of Karnaghan Buidhe Left his lips with a groan. Like arrowy lightning bolt released It sprang to the Judgment throne.

Spoke the Judge: "For as many years As the numbered drops of the sea I grant you heaven—but thenceforth hell,  Your bitter lot shall be."