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The old brown thorn trees break in two high over Cummen Strand / Under a bitter black wind that blows from the left hand, / Our courage breaks like an old tree in a black wind and dies; / But we have hidden in our hearts the flame out of the eyes / Of Cathleen the daughter of Houlihan.
The wind has bundled up the clouds high over Knocknarea / And thrown the thunder on the stones for all that Maeve can say.
Angers that are like noisy clouds have set our hearts abeat; / But we have all bent low and low and kissed the quiet feet / Of Cathleen the daughter of Houlihan.
The yellow pool has overflowed high up on Clooth-na-Bare, / For the wet winds are blowing out of the clinging air; / Like heavy flooded waters our bodies and our blood; / But purer than a tall candle before the Holy Rood / Is Cathleen the daughter of Houlihan.