Breffne Caoinc

NOT as a woman of the English weeping over a lord of the
English
Do I weep-
A cry that scarcely stirs the heart!
I lament as it is in my blood to lament-
Castle and stronghold are broken,
And the sovereign of the land beside the lake lies dead
Mahon O'Reilly!
In his day the English were broken:
I weep beside Loch Sheelin and the day is long and grey!