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Celts Of Erin....Irish Sonnet Green are the valleys of the celtic lore Beneath the hills where soft waters flow. Touched by the waters of natures floor That ripples`gently to the valley below Where wild thyme within pastures grow The pride of celts still remain steadfast And onwards forever true loyalties show Staunch within rights that warriors cast That shall mould the future from the past Their emerald isles shall forever be free For the pride of old Erin shall ever outlast Protected by waves of the wild irish sea Thro' history told their is no guarantee For fierce the cries of an irish banshee. |
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