Sing in their high and lonely melody.

Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days.

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Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide;

And thine own sadness, where of stars, grown old

Come near me, while I sing the ancient ways:

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The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet-eyed,

The field-mouse running by me in the grass,

Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold;

In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,

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Lest I no more bear common things that crave;

Eternal beauty wandering on her way.

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A little space for the rose-breath to fill!

Sing of old Eire and the ancient ways:

By God to the bright hearts of those long dead,