We Are Strangers At Home! We Are Exiles in Erin!
A poem composed in 1580 served as a prophetic warning, a cry of despair and for Irish unity upon seeing the desecration of the Irish woodland even in the early times of the 'New English'.
A poem composed in 1580 served as a prophetic warning, a cry of despair and for Irish unity upon seeing the desecration of the Irish woodland even in the early times of the 'New English'.
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