Francis Ledwidge (Фрэнсис Ледвидж)

The Call to Ireland

We have fought so much for the nation
In the tents we helped to divide;
Shall the cause of our common fathers
On our earthstones lie denied?
For the price of a field we have wrangled
While the weather rusted the plow,
' twas yours and 'twas mine and 'tis ours yet
And it's time to be fencing it now. 

1. A Mother's Song
2. Old Clo
3. A Little Boy in the Morning
4. Lament for Thomas Mcdonagh
5. In France

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