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THE LEGENDS.
A BARD SONG.
I
Dead is the Prince of the Silver Hand,And dead Eochy the son of Erc!
Ere lived Milesius they ruled the land
Thou hast ruled and lost in turn, O'Ruark!
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And clans and kingdoms in blind commotion
Have butted at heaven and sunk again
As great waves sink in the depths of ocean.
II
Last King of the Gaels of Eire, be still!What God decrees must come to pass:
There is none that soundeth His way or will:
His hand is iron, and earth is glass.
Where built the Firbolgs shrieks the owl;
The Tuatha bequeath'd but the name of Eire:
Roderick, our last of kings, thy cowl
Outweighs the crown of thy kingly sire!
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