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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 197 |
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" O tell me now, O tell me, art thou the magic Maeve Who, 'mid the dead and dying, threw down the warÂlike glaive? " "No; the cruel queen is lying beside Connacia's wave."
"Art thou the fairy Ailne who bound the Chief of
Spears With her magic waving motion in the Valley of the
Fears ? '' "No; but the heaving ocean her druid laughter
hears.''
All silent she stood by me, but 'mid her radiant hair, Enwreathed in depths of brightness I saw the shamÂrock rare, And my heart was filled with lightness, for my mother-queen was there. |
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