Una on the Isle

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Una was the daughter of a farmer from the Isle
Spent her days praying for grain
With her pitchfork and her old dress
She couldn't reap what she sowed
What little she had, was what little remained
She was the child of a farmer who drank all his days away
Had no brothers to come to her aid
Times were hard, bread was scarce
And what little she had was what little she saved
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Alone and bloodless was Una on the Isle
She remained in the home that was left
They took no pity on the spawn of a drunkard
What little she had, was what little he left
I, I, I
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On a misty Spring day, she heard a strange noise
And went to seek the sound
She stopped her labour and walked in the rain
For what little she had, was what little remained
Tired and lonely her starvation went hungering
Down to a small rippling stream
She said a prayer up to the heavens
And she started to sing
She said: "I, I hunger, I, I hunger for more
I, hunger"
She returned home and slept for an age
There was a knock on the door
A little bundle of hope under seed
And what little they had was what little they needed
I, I hunger, I, I hunger no more
I, I hunger,
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For what little they had was what little they needed
What little we have is what little we need
And what little they had was what little they needed
And she hungered no more, more, more
For what little they had was what little they needed