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 I heard dark wings flap by me towards the rising sun, Dear birds so swift in passing I blessed them every one. The wild geese had come back again, they passed me in the night. Between me and the waning moon I watched them in their flight.

I had walked the paths of Kerry and dared not say the word; I had trod the roads of Leinster all broken by the sword. O Ulster, Munster, Connacht, He gave Who can restore, The Wild Geese, the Wild Geese, they have come home once more.