  Off the coast of Connemara, Sailor, sailor, what ’s the hail? “Dip the sail to Saint Macdara— Dip the sail!” So we dipped it as we tripped it Southward with the fluting gale. Long ago did Saint Macdara Pass beyond this mortal pale; Yet to-day off Connemara Deeds of godliness avail; Where the good old saint said masses Every sailor, as he passes, Dips the sail. |
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