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 I flew to her a while ago, my thousand joys—so dear; For ruin fell upon her house and I was full of fear. I saw wild fury seize her home, I heard a red wind scream, I saw the groaning roof- tree fall, the flame on wall and beam. I fell upon the broken way, struck down by chill despair: “My life's long love, my only joy, my dear beyond compare, A thousand souls will bleed with mine, a thousand hearts expire, To see so fair a form as thine upon a martyr's fire.” From out the glow, from out the flame, from ruin fierce and wild, I saw her come with dancing feet and glad face like a child, Her red-gold hair, her snow-white brow, her gown of silken green: Out through the ruins of her home, she walked as would a queen. Ni Houlihan, Ni Houlihan, she came a splendid queen.