Here goes:

verse 1
By the bright bay of Dublin while carelessly strolling
I sat myself down by a clear myrtle shade

Verse 2
Her robes changed to mourning that once were so glorious
I stood in amazement to hear her sad tale
Her heartstrings burst forth in wild accents uproarious

verse 4
Now the fowlers waylaid him in hopes to ensnare him

verse 5
Now the cold prison dungeon is no habitation
For one, to his country so loyal and true
So grant him his freedom without hesitation

This is all I can recall of the final verse- maybe it will jog someone else's memory? I'll see if I can find the rest tomorrow:

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And strengthen the brave sons of old Grainne Mhaol
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And bring back my blackbird to sweet Avondale

I remember hearing various versions of the words of verse 3 over the years, but being assured by 'those who know' that this was the original. It must be a phrase that is difficult to work out from someone else's singing.
Out of interest, when was Dan Milner's book published, Joe?

Noreen

BTW hope the pizza warmed up well and that you're not too stiff! :o)