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GRAINIA (Brian Leo) I am Grainne ni Mhaille, beware me Tudor clan West of Galway this Atlantic is mine. Warn your sailors of the fiend Called the Irish Pirate Queen, Or they'll dine tonight on cannonballs and brine! Cho: You might call me 'Grace O'Malley In your graceless English tongue, But no sassanach am I the gods be praised. And I'll sail my caravel to the very gates of hell With a load of British lords for Satan's blaze!" When a fat and sassy prey Hoves in sight across Clew Bay, Like a fisherman, I harvest from the sea. Be it spices, gold or wine All I take is all I find And the sharks can feed on those who disagree! You may claim our island grand With your laws and your demands And you smite us as a galley smites the foam Have a care my Lady Bess Who are you to dispossess Irish chieftains from their father's father's homes? chorus "There's no merchant passes Clare That I haven't taught to 'share', And there's much to teach invaders you may send. You may claim this island green, But in Connaught Grania's Queen!, With five hundred years of freedom to defend! You did naught to earn your crown but be born to one reknown, But the Black Oak's daughter's sword commands the sea! With O'Lee's and with McMains, and with Flaherty's I stand; And I'm waiting for you. Bess Challenge ME!!!! chorus @historical @Irish filename[ GRANIAOM MM  8note Sheet |
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