Praise
Macgillicuddy of the Reeks,
My praise upon the hilly, woody land
Where ruddy brambles are dark with feasting wings
There in the grass the wind runs as a filly,
Could I sing as freely — it is I
Would praise Macgillicuddy of the Reeks.
My praise upon the hilly, woody land
Where ruddy brambles are dark with feasting wings
There in the grass the wind runs as a filly,
Could I sing as freely — it is I
Would praise Macgillicuddy of the Reeks.
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