Дик - Я родом из Ирландии
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The test differs from Yates's poems :)

I come from Ireland, the Holy Land of Ireland,
The clock is running, what we are waiting for
In the name of all saints, let's go
Let's go dance to Ireland,
Let's go dance to Ireland!

But only the only one of all
In that motley fraternity
One gloomy person
In a wonderful overseas payment
He turned to her from the window:
"The way is not shook, sister,
The clock is running, and the night is dark
Dandered and cheese "

I come from Ireland, the Holy Land of Ireland,
The clock is running, what we are waiting for
In the name of all saints, let's go
Let's go dance to Ireland,
Let's go dance to Ireland!

"There are skewers! -
He screamed desperately -
There are owes all the trumpeters
And their pipes are soldered,
Let them pound the drum,
With fright, the strings are tearing
What fun is there
And the days run, run ... "

I come from Ireland, the Holy Land of Ireland,
The clock is running, what we are waiting for
In the name of all saints, let's go
Let's go dance to Ireland,
Let's go dance to Ireland!