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40 remember the days of old,
 * Ere her faithless sous betray'd her;

When wore the collar of gold* ,
 * Which he won from her proud invader;

When her kings, with standard of green unfurl'd
 * Led the Red-Branch Knights to danger† ;

Ere the emerald gem of the western world
 * Was set in the crown of a stranger.