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So Pagan Clans To Ireland Came
(A poem by Thomas Davis)
What matter that at diferent shrines We pray unto one God
What matter that at diferent times Your father’s won this sod
In fortune and in name we’re bound By stronger links than steel
And neither can be safe nor sound But in the others weal.
As Nubian rocks and Ethiop sand Long drifting down the Nile
Built up old Egypt’s fertile land For many a hundred mile.
So pagan clans to Ireland came
And clans of Christendom
Yet joined their wisdom and their fame To build a nation from.
Here came the brown Phoenican The man of trade and toil
Here came the proud Milesian
A hungering for spoil
And the Firbolg and De Danann And the hard, enduring Dane And the iron Lords of Normandy And the Saxon in their train
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