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The Milesians

Hand in hand, we stand high atop the Cliffs of Moher
and the Cliffs of Inis Mor.
We listen to the waves of the Atlantic Ocean roar.
Milesians are we.
Our ancient ancestors, were wrapped in royalty,
magic, music and melancholy.

They set sail to find the Isle of Destiny.
From these mystic poet warriors we spring.
To the world, words, laughter, songs and our
ruling ways we bring.

A mighty ancestor, Gaodhal Glas,
was bitten by a snake and healed by Moses.
A glas ~ green scar marked the place
A further blessing Goadhal Glas received.
No venomous beast can be where inhabit his posterity.
Because in our God, and His servant he believed.