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Twelve days on the marbles of Armagh

we feast and we laugh and we sing

not flesh of men nor mortal decay

have we but the heart of kings

Now raise up your colors, lads!

for Ireland we die

and die in indomitable voice

for the dusking tides to carry their ships

with the weight of two hundred years

The spirit of our ancestors cry out to the winds!

with my back to my sons and my heart to the east

Taimid bas deirinn!

dilis! Ardri!