Поскольку на Лиру мне никто не помог (ибо всем наплевать и все сволочи), пришлось выкручиватсья своими силами.

Сначала я полез на родной форум Tinwhistle.ru Не без помощи Анатолия Исаева я овладел первым вариантом текста, однако на слух определил, что поют не совсем то. Теперь однако я располагал стихами, а не только названием, что облегчило мне жизнь (потому что о "правах человека" пишут много, и всё больше хуйню). В Конечном итоге я обнаружил ксерокопии старых то ли книжек, то ли периодики какой, точно не знаю. Напечатано плохо, копирование не улучшает положения, видимо всё очень старое.
Вот один из вариантов, который я сохранил на память:

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Взяв в зубы пару-тройку этих типографских раритетов и первоначальный текст, я засел за редактирование. Результатом горжусь. Непонятными остались только несколько слов и одно имя.
Читайте и цените, в Сети такое редко встретишь.

Rights of Man

I speak with candour one night in slumber,
My mind did wander near to Athlone,
To that centre station of the Irish nation,
Where a congregation unto me was shown,
Beyond my counting upon a mountain,
Near to a fountain that clearly ran,
The earth did tremble I'll not dissemble,
As they assembled for the Rights of Man.

All clad in green I thought I seen,
A virtuous Queen that was grave and old,
Saying children dear do not fear,
But come and hear what I will unfold,
This fertile country for seven centuries,
Since Strongbow's entry into our land,
Has been kept under by foes outnumbered,
And robbed and plundered of the Rights of Man.

My cause you chided and so derided,
When all divided alas you know,
And in disorder round Erin's border,
Strife grief and murder has laid you low,
Let each communion detest disunion,
And in love and union join hand in hand,
Believe in Grania and proud Britannia,
No more shall rob you of the Rights of Man.

Than I thought the crowd all spoke so loud
And straightway vowed to take her advice
They seemed delighted and all united
Not to be frightened but to rejoice
Her harp so pleasing she sang amazing
I still kept gazing but could not understand
She sang most enchanting and most endearing
In words most cheering to the Rights of Man

Through the azure sky I then did spy,
A man to fly and he fast descends,
Straightway comes down upon the ground,
Where Erin round had her bosom friends,
His dazzling mitre and cross was brighter,
Than the stars at night or the midday sun,
And in accents rare I do declare,
He prayed success unto the Rights of Man.

When his prayer was ended he condescended,
His hand to lend it in freedom's cause,
He said I'll aid you and always lead you,
And still persuade you to Christian laws.
When in affliction or sad restriction,
My benediction with uplifted hand,
I may explain it you shall obtain it,
And always gain it with the Rights of Man.

For their inspection and clear direction
And grand discretion the three-leafed plant
He elevated and consecrated
And this repeated do not recant
But still look to it and still review it
Let none subdue it – It’s Three in One
To prove it’s unity in that community
That holds the lenity to the Rights of Man

He straightway blessed and than caressed
But still impressed them to persevere
When a rustling wind that seemed quite unkind
Wafted this liqund through the liquid air
Than Grania fluttered and three words muttered
It’ll brake your fetters before it’s long
Away he flew and bade them adieu
Saying I’ll be true to the Rights of Man

When the population and congregation,
In exultation agreed to part,
They shook hands like brothers and kissed each other,
While friendship smothered each Irish heart.
They separated, exhilarated,
And animated at what went on,
And as day was breaking poor Shiel’s awaking,
Crying still to be true to the Rights of Man.

P.S. И зачем я это сюда кладу, оценить-то некому, никого не ебёт... :(