I am Ireland:
I am older than the Old Hag of Beare.

Great my glory:
I who bore Cúchulainn the valiant.

Great my shame:
My own children who sold their mother.

Great my pain:
My irreconcilable enemy who harasses me continually.

Great my sorrow:
The crowd in whom I placed my trust has expired.

I am Ireland:
I am lonelier than the Old Hag of Beare.

Oilibheir Alain Christie

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