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What ails you Sister Erin that your face	A
Is like your mountains still bedewed with tears	B
As though some ancient sorrow or disgrace	A
Some unforgettable wrong from far off years	C
Done to your name or wreaked upon your race	A
Broods in your heart and shadows all your mind	D
So that no change of Season nor the voice	E
Of hopeful Time who bids the sad rejoice	E
Can lift your gloom but you to kind unkind	D
Keep moaning with the wave and wailing with the wind	D
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Come let us sit upon yon cliff we twain	F
Whence we may gaze across your soft green Isle	G
Girt by the strong immeasurable main	F
That see looks up and sweetens to a smile	G
And you shall talk to me of all your pain	F
Through deep blue eyes and dark unbraided tresses	H
Hooded by wimple that your own hands weaved	I
When you and Winter last together grieved	I
While far beneath our feet the fast foam presses	J
Round bluff and creek and bay and seabird sung to nesses ''	-
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Then half withholding yielding half her gaze	K
She smoothed her kirtle under her and clasped	L
Her hands about her knees as one who prays	K
Watching the clambering billows as they grasped	L
At slippery rocks where wild goats may not graze	K
Then fell back foiled shivered to spray and smoke	M
And I could see the warm blood of her race	A
Crimson beneath her weather beaten face	A
As though her heart would break her voice would choke	M
In accents harsh with hate and brimmed with sobs she spoke	M
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They came across the sea with greed of spoil	N
And drove me hither and thither from fen to foam	O
Reaving and burning till the blackened soil	N
Waxed bitter barren as the brine they clomb	O
Sterile to seed and thankless unto toil	N
Harried and hunted fleeing through the land	P
I hid among the caves the woods the hills	Q
Where the mist curdles and the blind gust shrills	Q
Suckling my hate and sharpening my brand	P
My heart against their heart my hand against their hand	P
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And ever as I fled they ever pursued	R
They drove away my cattle and my flocks	Q
And left me me a Mother to claw for food	R
'Mong ocean boulders and the brackish rocks	Q
Where sea hogs wallow and gorged cormorants brood	R
Unroofed my hut set the sere thatch aflame	O
Scattered my hearth fire to the wintry air	S
Made what was bare before stretch yet more bare	S
I waxing wilder more they strove to tame	O
To force and guile alike implacably the same	O
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They would not suffer me to weep or pray	T
Upon the altar of my Saints they trod	U
They banned my Faith they took my Heaven away	T
And tried to rob me of my very God	U
And when I sued them leave me where I lay	T
And get them hence still still they would not go	V
They reft the spindle from my famished hands	Q
My kith and kin they drove to other lands	Q
Widowed and orphaned me And now you know	V
Why all my face is wet and all my voice is woe ''	-
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I crept a little nearer and I laid	W
My hand on hers and fondled it with mine	X
And Listen dear Sister Erin '' soft I said	Y
Not to the moaning of the salt sea brine	X
Nor to the melancholy crooning made	W
By thoughts attuned to Sorrow's ancient song	Z
But to the music of a mellower day	T
Forgive Forget lest harsher lips should say	T
Like your turf fire your rancour smoulders long	Z
Now let Oblivion strew Time's ashes o'er this wrong	Z
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The robber bands that filled the Isle with groans	Q
Were long since clamped and prisoned in their graves	Q
The flesh hath dried and shrivelled from their bones	Q
Their wild war standards rotted from their staves	Q
Their name is nought 'Tis thus that Time atones	Q
For all the griefs man fastens on his kind	D
The days were dire his passions swift and fell	A2
His very Heaven was but a sterner Hell	A2
His love was thraldom hatred black and blind	D
As headstrong as the wave as wayward as the wind	D
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Nor did alone you suffer You too dealt	B2
Full many a stroke too fierce to be subdued	R
Till you had made the fangs of vengeance felt	B2
Mercy and truce you spurned and fed the feud	R
Of Celt with Saxon Saxon against Celt	B2
Till lust enforced whatever law forbade	W
Nay do not linger on that painful dream	O
But turn and smile as when a silvery gleam	O
Dimples your loughs that whilom seemed so sad	C2
And runs along the wave and glistens and is glad	C2
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We own our fault the greater so we now	D2
For balance of that wrong would make amends	Q
Lift the low wimple from your clouded brow	D2
Give me your gaze and say that we are friends	Q
And be your mountains witness of that vow	D2
Your dewy dingles white with blossoming sloe	V
Your tawny torrents tumbling to the sea	Q
For You are far the fairest of the Three	Q
And we can never never let you go	V
Long as your warm heart beats long as your bright eyes glow	V
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The Triune Flag none now save Tyrants dread	Y
That with Imperial peace protects the world	E2
Hath by the sinewy sons you bore and bred	Y
Round the wide globe been carried and unfurled	E2
Where danger greatest they it was who led	Y
And stormed death rather than be backward driven	F2
Now gaze no more across the western main	F
Whose barren furrows hope still ploughs in vain	F
Turn Eastward where through clouds by sunrise riven	F2
England holds out her hand and craves to be forgiven	F2
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Live your own life but ever at our side	G2
Have your own Heaven but blend your prayer with ours	Q
Remain your own fair self to bridegroom bride	G2
Veiled in your mist and diamonded with showers	Q
We twain love linked whom nothing can divide	G2
Look up From Slievemore's brow to Dingle's shore	H2
From Inagh's lake to Innisfallen's Isle	G
And Garriffe's glen the land is one green smile	G
The dolphins gambol and the laverocks soar	H2
Lift up your heart and live enthralled to grief no more ''	-

Alfred Austin

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