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34 Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,

And dance upon the mountains like a flame!

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Queen of the Angels and kind Saints defend us!

Some dreadful fate has fallen: before she came

The wind cried out and took the primroses,

And I gave milk and fire, and when she came

She made you hide the blessed crucifix;

She wears, too, the green jacket and red cap

Of the unholy creatures of the Raths.

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You fear because of her wild, pretty prattle;

She knows no better.

(To the ) Child, how old are you?

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My own dear people live a long, long time,

So I am young; but measure by your years

And I am older than the eagle cock

Who blinks and blinks on Ballydawley Hill,

And he's the oldest thing under the moon.