Quotes
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Peggy : [singing, at the wake for Micheail] The old for her / The new that made me think / On Ireland dearly / While soft the wind blew down the glen / And shook the golden barley / 'Twas hard the woeful words to frame / To break the ties that bound us / But harder still to bear the shame / Of foreign chains around us / And so I said the mountain glen / I'll seek at morning early / While soft the wind blew down the glen / And shook the golden barley