...When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And...the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track ; 'Twas autumn — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers,...

...And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And...the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track, 'Twas autumn—and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers,...

...forget or despise his goodness. While I lay on the bank of the river, in the midst of my distress, " At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamed it again !" I was back to Dublin — I had never been away — and what an exuberance of delight...

...guarded the slain, In the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And twice, 'ere the cock crew, J dreamt it * again. Methought, from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far, I had roamed on a desolate track, Till nature and sunshine disclosed the sweet way To the house of my fathers,...

...When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And...that welcom'd me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating...

...When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And...that welcom'd me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; 1 heard my own mountain-goats bleating...

...die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And...array, Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate track; I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft, In life's morning march, when my bosom was young; I...

...When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And...the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track ; 'Twas autumn — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers,...

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...When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the niorning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roam'd...