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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 175 |
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And as it moves, the western sky
Glows with a thousand varying rays;
And the calm sea, tinged with each dye, Seems like a golden flood of haze.
They also say, if earth or stone From verdant Erin's hallowed land
Were on this magic island thrown, Forever fixed it then would stand.
But when for this some little boat In silence ventures from the shore
The mermaid sinks—hushed is the note — The fairy isle is seen no more. |
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