| lyric | An old castle towers o'er the billows
That thunder by Cleana’s green land,
And there dwelt as gallant a rover
As ever grasp’d hilt in the hand.
Eight stately tow’rs of the waters
Lie anchor’d in Baltimore Bay.
And over theri twenty score sailors
Bold Fineen the Rover holds sway.
Chorus:
Then Ho! for Fineen the Rover!
Fineen O’ Driscoll the free,
As straight as the mast of his galley
And string as a wave of the sea.
The Saxons of Cork and Moyallo
They harried his lands with their powers;
He gave them a taste of his cannon,
And drove them like wolves from his towers;
The men of Clan London brought out
Their strong fleet to make him a slave;
They met him by Mizen’s wild headland,
And the sharks gnawed their bones ’neath the wave.
Chorus:
Long time in that old battered castle,
Or out on the waves with his clan.
He feasted and ventured and conquered,
But ne’er struck his colours to man
In a fight ’gainst the foes of his country.
He died as a brave man should die,
And he sleeps ’neaththe waters of Cleena,
Where the waves sing his caonIeT to the sky.
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