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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 485 |
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She wore a stately diadem —
In the golden long ago, Wrought by a cunning craftsman's hand And fashioned from a battle brand; As fit for the queen of a soldier land, Her sceptre was a sabre keen, Her robe a robe of radiant green,
My queenly love—my royal love —
In the golden long ago.
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Alas for my love—my royal love —
Of the golden long ago ! For gone are all her warrior bands, And rusted are her battle brands, And broken her sabre bright and keen, And torn her robe of radiant green, A slave where she was stainless queen — My loyal love—my royal love — Of the golden long ago.
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But there is hope for my royal love
Of the golden long ago; Beyond the broad and shining sea Gathers a stubborn chivalry That yet will come to make her free, And hedge her round with gleaming spears, And crown her queen for all the years, My only love—my royal love — Of the golden long ago. |
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