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This poem treats of a legend well known among the peasantry of the north of Ireland, which recounts how a band of Irish warriors of the primeval time lie in armour, and frozen in a deathly sleep, in one of the hill-caverns of Donegal highlands, there to await the hour of Ireland's redemption when they will come forth to do battle for her under the leadership of the giant Finn. The legend further prophesies that in the hour of vistory the phantom knights and their leader will be claimed by Death, from whom they have been so long with held, that they will receive at last burial in holy earth, and that the hill cavern will know them no more.


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