| Shone the sunset red and solemn
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| Where we stood and observed
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| Down the corners of the column
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| Letter strokes of Ogham carved
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| 'tis belike a burial pillar
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| Said he and those shallow lines
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| Hold some warriors name of valour
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| And will rightly show the signs
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| No one saw, how far I fell
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| And no one ever knew
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| That there was a heart of flesh
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| Deep within me As it was, bled of the twisted horn
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| And the howling of the dogs
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| Raise on old Heroes lament
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| While the weeping of women
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| Still vexes my heart
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| If this is my Journey End
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| Then cast me to the pyre
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| And if all that remains
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| Is a blackened heart
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| And the stench of death
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| Then know my spell is cast
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| And sing my song
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| With pride once more |