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 If I woke on Arran Strand, dreamt me on the cliffs of Moher, Could I not grow gay again, should I not be strong?

If I stood with eager heart on the heights of Carrantuohill, Beaten by the four great winds into hope and joy again, Far above the cannons' roar or the scream of musketry, If I heard the four great seas, what were weariness or pain?

Were I in a little town, Ballybunion, Ballybrack, Laughing with the children there, I would sing and dance once more, Heard again the storm clouds roll hanging over Lugnaquilla, Built dream castles from the sands of Killiney's golden shore.

If I saw the wild geese fly over the dark lakes of Kerry Or could hear the secret winds, I could kneel and pray.