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O listen, listen, ladies gay

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O Mary, go and call the cattle home

On Linden when the sun was low

On the green banks of Shannon when Sheelah was nigh
O say what is that thing called light

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Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lowered
O young Lochinvar is come out of the west.

Pibroch of Donuil Dhu

Say, what remains when hope is fled
Scots wha hae with Wallace bled

See, the day begins to break

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Seven daughters had Lord Archibald
She put him on a snow-white shroud

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She was an only child

Silent and mournful sat an Indian chief

Singing and dancing being all their pleasure
Sir Hilary charged at Agincourt .

Sleep breathes at last from out thee

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Sleep, little baby, sleep

Some murmur, when their sky is clear.

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Southward with fleet of ice.

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold

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The fiery courser, when he hears from far

The fires blazed bright till deep midnight

The fox and the cat, as they travelled one day
The glories of our birth and state

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The harp that once through Tara's halls
The king sat in Dunfermline town

The minstrel boy to the war is gone

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The months all riding came

The Moor had beleaguered Valencia's towers
The Moslem spears were gleaming

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The muffled drum was heard

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The summer and autumn had been so wet

The trumpet's voice hath roused the land
The twilight is sad and cloudy
The war-god did not wake to strife
The war-note of the Saracen

The warrior bowed his crested head
The water rushed, the water swelled
The way was long, the wind was cold
The Wildgrave winds his bugle horn
Then each at once his falchion drew

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There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin

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There's George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald Shore

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They shot him dead at the Nine-Stone Rig

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Three fishers went sailing away to the west
Toll for the brave

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'Twas dead of night, when weary bodies close
'Twas Pentecost, the feast of gladness .
'Twas the battle-field, and the cold pale moon
'Twas in heaven pronounced, 'twas muttered in hell

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