Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away.
For, lo, the winter is past,
the rain is over and gone;
The flowers appear on the earth;
the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land Rise up my love, my fair one, and come away
le mo ghrása mise agus liomsa mo ghrá
i am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine
-Song of Songs
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