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William Butler Yeats - I Am Of IrelandWilliam Butler Yeats - I Am Of Ireland
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`I am of Ireland, And the Holy Land of Ireland, And time runs on,` cried she. `Come out of charity, Come dance with me in Ireland.` One man, one man alone In that outlandish gear, One solitary man Of all that rambled there Had turned his stately head. That is a long way off, And time runs on,` he said, `And the night grows rough.` `I am of Ireland, And the Holy Land of Ireland, And time runs on,` cried she. `Come out of charity And dance with me in Ireland.` `The fiddlers are all thumbs, Or the fiddle-string accursed, The drums and the kettledrums And the trumpets all are burst, And the trombone,` cried he, `The trumpet and trombone,` And cocked a malicious eye, `But time runs on, runs on.` I am of Ireland, And the Holy Land of Ireland, And time runs on,` cried she. "Come out of charity And dance with me in Ireland.`
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