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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 187 |
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The word went forth—the word of woe — The judgment-thunders pealed;
The fiery earthquake blazed below ; Its doom was sealed.
Now on his halls of ivory
Lie giant weed and ocean slime,
Burying from man's and angel's eye The land of crime. |
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