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8 The cushag flower in a stormy hour
 * Shines brighter for the gloom;

So kindly deeds, like wayside weeds,
 * May shine when troubles loom.
 * Old folks would say,
 * In their own day,
 * When troubles took their fill,
 * And times were bad,
 * And hearts were sad,
 * "There's gool on the cushag still!"

Now the cushag we know must never grow
 * Where the farmer's work is done;

But along the rills in the heart of the hills
 * The cushag may shine like the sun,
 * Where the golden flowers
 * Have fairy powers
 * To gladden our hearts with their grace;
 * And in Vannin Veg Veen,
 * In the valleys green,
 * The cushags have still a place.