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(play previous 8 measures over all verses
If you could fill a veil with shells from Killiney's shore
And sweet talk in a tongue that is no more
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And if wishful thoughts could bridge The Gulf of Araby between
what is, what is, what is
And what can never be
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If you could hold the frozen flow of New Hope Creek
CHORUS
One man of seventy whispers free at last
Two neighbors who are proud of their massacres
Three tyrants torn away in a winter's month
Four prisoners framed by a dirty judge
Five burned with tyres
Six men still inside
And seven more days to shake at the great divide
(X2) The Gulf, the Gulf of Araby
One man of seventy whispers not free yet
Two neighbors who make up knee-deep in their dead