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How tossed, how lost, with all hopes crossed, we have been!
Our gold is gone; gear have we none, as all have seen;
But ships shall brave the Ocean's wave, and morn shall dawn
On Eire green, on Caitilin ni Uallachain.

Let none believe this lovely Eve outworn or old --
Fair is her form, her blood is warm, her heart is bold.
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Her songful voice that makes rejoice hearts Grief hath gnawn,
Prove her our Queen, our Caitilin ni Uallachain!

We will not bear the chains we wear, not bear them long
We seem bereaven, but mighty Heav'n will make us strong,
The God who led through Ocean Red all Israel on
Will aid our Queen, our Caitilin ni Uallachain!

O, Virgin pure! our true and sure defence thou art!
Pray thou thy Son to help us on in hand and heart!
Our Prince, our Light, shall banish night, then beameth Dawn,
Then shall be seen our Caitilin ni Uallachain!

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Our priests are as one man imploring Christ,
Our bards are songful, and their gloom dispelled;
Our souls are hopeful, our hearts know not fear
When we think of our Caitilin ni Uallachain!
So morn shall dawn on Eire green, on Caitilin ni Uallachain!
The God who led through Ocean Red all Israel on
Will aid our Queen, our Caitilin ni Uallachain.