When boyhood's fire was in my blood I read of ancient freemen, For Greece and Rome who bravely stood, Three hundred men and three men; And then I prayed I yet might see Our fetters rent in twain, And Ireland. long a province, be A Nation once again!
(sakla) If all of a sudden the site shows up in a different language, just click the flag for your language and it will be back to normal. (pauloaguia) (Bütün ipuçlarını göster)