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Quilts of country, ombres green

Queen Ériu, her legend to bear

Goddess of Ireland, a kingdom and people you wean

 

Dublin, dark waters; Dingle, deep harbours

Galway, fair strangers; Boyle Moone men

Kiillarney, for Christmas; Sligo, for Summer

Castletownshend, Mary Anns Pub; Dalkey, where our Bono, then?

 

A land of heart, a folk bleeding pride

Where a mankind began, where the wildest writers thrive

Whether your life be mad for craic, or deep in a despair you cannot abide

Dance feis, fairies and magick will contrive

 

Be your feathers ruffled, or hod you the grandest joy in-hand

Every soul can turn all the more merry, with the simplest of times in Fair Ireland 

 

 

 

 

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