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Erin remember the days of old Ere her faithless sons betrayed her
 When Malachy wore the collar of gold
 That he won from the proud invader
 When her kings with standards of green unfurled
 Led the Red Branch Knights to danger
 Ere the emerald gem of the Western World
 Was set in the crown of a stranger.
 On Lough Neagh's banks as the fisherman strays
In the clear cold eve declining
 He sees the round towers of other days
 In the waters 'neath him shining
 Thus shall memory often in dreams sublime
 Catch a glimpse of the days that are over
 Thus sighing, look through the waves of time
 For the long-faded glories they cover.
 
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