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I invoke the land of Ireland: |
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much coursed be the fertile sea, |
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fertile be the fruit strewn mountain, |
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fruit strewn be the showery wood, |
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showery be the river of waterfalls, |
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of waterfalls be the lake of deep pools, |
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deep pooled be the hill-top well, |
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a well of tribes be the assembly, |
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an assembly of kings be Temair. |
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Temair be the hill of the tribes, |
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the tribes the sons of Mil, |
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of Mil of the ships, the barks! |
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Let the lofty bark be Ireland, |
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Lofty Ireland, darkly sung, |
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an incantation of great cunning: |
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the great cunning of the wives of Bres, |
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the wives of Bres of Buiagne: |
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the great lady, Ireland, |
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Eremon hath conquered her, |
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I, Eber have invoked her |
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I invoke the land of Ireland. |
