Stair na hÉireann/History of Ireland
I see a rich and fertile land
I feel the spirit of a nation
A maiden weeps she weeps upon the harp
I see tumbling towns and towers
I see a land of beauty and of splendour
From the mountains to the seas
But the wild flowers drown in sorrow
In this valley, this valley filled with tears.
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