O’Donnell Aboo / O’Donnell Abú     O’Donnell Aboo / O’Donnell Abú Proudly the note of the trumpet is sounding; Loudly the war cries arise on the gale; Fleetly the steed by Lough Swilly is bounding, To join the thick squadrons on Saimear’s green vale. On, ev’ry mountaineer, Strangers to flight or fear, Rush to the standard of dauntless Red … Weiterlesen →