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By green Clontarf they thronged the unhappy shore
Whence James had fleeted like a transient guest:—
‘We had Kings of late; we had Kings of yore,’
Thus sang the Bard; ‘but the first were best!’
And the shouts of the anguished around him rang,
From streaming eyes forth flashed the fire
As thus King Brian's death he sang,
The blind old King who died for Eire.