JACOBITE RELICS.
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Land of Gadelians! Region of delight!
Years shall not hold me from thy genial sight;
Though rich and great the country of my flight,
I sigh for Erin, Uileacan Dubh O!
Sweetly her new-mown meadows scent the gales,
Large are the corn-ricks her full bawns can show;
Happy the herds that through her dewy vales.
And clover pastures linger blithe and slow.
Sorrel and cresses each fond stream delay,
Cuckoos their notes of love speak all the day.
While thrushes pour forth from each quivering spray.
Their warbling songs, O Uileacan Dubh O!
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