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It is gone from the hill and the glen -- / The strong speech of our sires; / It is sunk in the mire and the fen / Of our nameless desires: / We have bartered the speech of the Gael / For a tongue that would pay, / And we stand with the lips of us pale / And all bloodless to-day; / We have bartered the birthright of men / That our sons should be liars. / It is gone from the hill and the glen, / The strong speech of our sires.
Like the flicker of gold on the whin / That the Spring breath unites, / It is deep in our hearts, and shall win / Into flame where it smites: / It is there with the blood in our veins, / With the stream in the glen, / With the hill and the heath and the weans / They shall "think" it again; / It shall surge to their lips and shall win / The high road to our rights -- / Like the flicker of gold on the whin / That the sun-burst unites.