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Rh —"The Shan ḃean Boċṫ."

I.

The sainted isle of old, Says the Shan bhean Bhocth; The sainted isle of old, Says the Shan bhean Bhocth. The parent and the mould, Of the beautiful and bold, Has her blithesome heart waxed cold, Says the Shan bhean Bhocth.

II.

The Saxon and the Dane, Says the Shan bhean Bhocth; The Saxon and the Dane, Says the Shan bhean Bhocth, The Saxon and the Dane, Our immortal hills profane, Oh! accurs'd be the twain, Says the Shan bhean Bhocth.

III.

What are the Chiefs to do? Says the Shan bhean Bhocth; What are the Chiefs to do? Says she Shan bhean Bhocth. What should the Chieftains do, But to treat the hireling crew, To a touch of Brian Boru? Says the Shau bhean Bhocth.