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ERIN GO BRAGH
High on his throne sat Bran Mak Morn
When the sun-god sank and the west was red;
He beckoned a girl with his drinking horn,
And, "Sing me a song of the race," he said.
Her eyes were as dark as the seas of night,
Her lips were as red as the