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Rh St Patrick and St Brigid hold

The vale its little houses all,

While men-at-arms in white and gold

Glide swiftly by the outer wall.

St Brendan and St Kevin pluck

The robes of God that He may hear—

And Colum: "Keep the Irish flock

So that no shame or sin come near."

What news of Belgian folk to-day?

How fare the village and the town?

O Belgium's all on fire they say,

And all her towers are toppling down.

What are her angels doing then,

And are the Belgian saints asleep,

That in this night of dule and pain

The Belgians mourn, the Belgians weep?