Places cold,
Places hot.
All these places.
I like them a lot.
The fields are vast,
And success in battle is sweet.
The swan children are singing,
The robins go tweet.
And all this takes place,
In a place, not very near.
Ireland!
So come along and hear.
Children!
Come, stop your play.
And come listen,
Of Ireland yesterday.
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