Peggy My Chree or The Pride of the Parish

A nicer ol’ body is like yer’ll not see From the cronk to the claddagh, till Peggy My Chree! Wis eggs an’ some honey she’ll come if yer bad, An’ her black curran’ tay is the bes’ to be had.

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Ellan Vannin

To the Isle – to the fairy isle over the seas, Where spangles are bright on its musical breeze; Where the skies they are dappled with shadows that gleam, And the nights are alight with the shooting-stars’ stream, And gorse

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