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Rh Of stars that make the waters gold

Where they are labouring all the night.

So Pearse said, and he knew the truth,

Among the stars he spent his youth.

And I, myself, have often heard

Their singing as the stars went by,

For am I not of those who reared

The banner of old Ireland high,

From Dublin town to Turkey's shores,

And where the Vardar loudly roars?