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Kilcash
Unknown
What shall we do for timber?
The last of the woods is down.
Kilcash
and the house of its glory
And the bell of the house are gone.
The spot where that lady waited
Who shamed all
women for grace
When earls came sailing to meet her
And Mass was said in the place.
My grief and my affliction
Your gates have taken away,
Your avenue
needs attention,
Goats in the garden stray.
The courtyard's filled with water
And the great earls, where are they?
The earls, the lady, the people
Beaten into the clay.
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