Volume: CBÉ 0190

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   “Back to well beloved Ireland...”

   

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   that my soul would ring in freedom
   to the realms of her God
   Mother, Mary Queen of Heaven
   True to thee my land hath been
   And I know that though will give me
   Strength to reach my crownless Queen
   Mingled with the winds wild robbing
   And the surging of the sea
   Rose that prayer of warm devotion
   With increasing fervancy.
   VI
   Haste good ship, the shadows gather
   And the long night draweth nigh
   "Land! The land I love in nearing
   All in peace now I may die
   I shall rest behind the chapel
   Where the kingly neighbours pass

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