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    "text": "What need you, being come to sense,",
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    "text": "But fumble in a greasy till",
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    "text": "And add the halfpence to the pence",
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    "text": "And prayer to shivering prayer, until",
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    "text": "Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone,",
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    "text": "Yet they were of a different kind",
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    "text": "The names that stilled your childish play,",
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    "text": "They have gone about the world like wind,",
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    "text": "But little time had they to pray",
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    "text": "For whom the hangman’s rope was spun,",
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    "text": "And what, God help us, could they save:",
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    "text": "Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone,",
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    "text": "Was it for this the wild geese spread",
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    "text": "For this that all that blood was shed,",
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    "text": "For this Edward Fitzgerald died,",
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    "text": "And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone,",
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    "text": "All that delirium of the brave;",
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    "text": "Romantic Ireland’s dead and gone,",
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    "text": "Yet could we turn the years again,",
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    "text": "And call those exiles as they were",
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    "text": "In all their loneliness and pain,",
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    "text": "You’d cry “some woman’s yellow hair",
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    "text": "Has maddened every mother’s son”:",
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    "text": "They weighed so lightly what they gave,",
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    "text": "But let them be, they’re dead and gone,",
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