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What The Danes Left In Ireland Were Hens And Weasels. And When The Cock Crows In The Morning, The Country People Will Always Say 'it Is For Denmark They Are Crowing. Crowing They Are To Be Back In Denmark.'

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What The Danes Left

Lady Gregory

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What The Danes Left In Ireland Were Hens And Weasels. And When The Cock Crows In The Morning, The Country People Will Always Say 'it Is For Denmark They Are Crowing. Crowing They Are To Be Back In Denmark.'

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