Francis Ledwidge (Фрэнсис Ледвидж)

Una Bawn

Una Bawn, the days are long,
And the seas I cross are wide,
I must go when Ireland needs,
And you must bide.

And should I not return to you
When the sails are on the tide,
'Tis you will find the days so long,
Una Bawn, and I must bide. 

1. Ceol Sidhe
2. After Court Martial
3. The Lost Ones
4. Thoughts at the Trysting Stile
5. The Wife of Llew

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