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214 And when the first surprise of flight

Sweet songs excite, from the far dawn

Shall there come blackbirds loud with love,

Sweet echoes of the singers gone.

But in the lonely hush of eve

Weeping I grieve the silent bills."

I heard the Poor Old Woman say

In Derry of the little hills.