There's many a strong farmer
Whose heart would break in two
If he could see the townland
That we are riding to;
Boughs have their fruit and bossom
At all times of the year,
Rivers are running over
With red beer and brown beer.
And old man plays the bagpipes
In the golden and silver wood,
Queens, their eyes blue like the ice,
Are dancing in a crowd.
The little fox he murmured,
"O, what is the world's bane?"
The sun was laughing sweetly,
The moon plucked at my rein;
But the little red fox murmured,
"O, do not pluck at his rein,
He is ridind to the townland
That is the world's bane."
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