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Francis Ledwidge - Ardan Mór
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AS I was climbing Ardan Mór  
From the shore of Sheelin lake,  
I met the herons coming down  
Before the water’s wake.  
  
And they were talking in their flight          
Of dreamy ways the herons go  
When all the hills are withered up  
Nor any waters flow.
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