Arnold Bax - As I came over the grey, grey hills
And over the grey, grey water
I saw the gilly leading on
And the white Christ following after
Where and where does the gilly lead?
And where is the white Christ faring?
They've travelled the four grey sounds of Orc
And the four grey seas of Eirinn
The moon is set and the wind's away
And the song in the grass is dying
And a silver cloud on the silent sea
Like a shrouding-sheet is lying
And Christ and the gilly will follow on
Till the ring in the east is showing
And the awny corn is red on the hills
And the golden light is glowing
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