Long pain forgotten, glad tears fall,
At waking from this evil dream.
The cawing rooks, the singing brooks,
The zephyr’s sighs, the bee’s soft hum,
All tell the tale of our delight—
O’Mahony’s come! O’Mahony’s come!
III.
“O’Mahony of the white-foamed coast,
Of Kinalmeaky’s nut-brown plains,
Lord of Rosbrin, proud Raithlean’s boast,