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The Great Gaels

The great gaels of ireland
The race that God made mad
For all their wars are merry
And all their songs are sad

Words remembered by john a. roche
From a poem by g.k. chesterton
Called the balled of the white horse.
(thanks to peter fallon)

Music derived from a traditional irish fiddle tune entitled john roche's favorite


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