GO ON HOME BRITISH SOLDIERS
midi midi midi

(Chorus)
Go on home British soldiers go on home
have you got no fuck'in homes of your own
for eight hundred years we've fought you without fear
and we will fight you for eight hundred more.

If you stay British soldiers if you stay
you'll never ever beat the IRA
the fourteen men in Derry are the last that you will bury
so take a tip and leave us while you may.

(Chorus)

No! we're not British we're not Saxon we're not English
we're Irish! and proud we are to be
so fuck your union jack we want our country back
we want to see old Ireland free once more.

(Chorus)
BREAK
(Chorus)

Well we're fighting British soldiers for the cause
we'll never bow to soldiers because
throughout our history we were born to be free
so get out British soldiers leave us be.

(Chorus X 2)

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   God Save Ireland 
(T. D. Sullivan)
mid
   
   High upon the gallows tree swung the noble-hearted Three.
   By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom;
   But they met him face to face, with the courage of their race,
   And they went with souls undaunted to their doom.

   (Chorus)
   "God save Ireland ! " said the heroes;
   "God save Ireland" said they all.
   Whether on the scaffold high
   Or the battlefield we die,
   0, what matter when for Erin dear we fall ! "

   Girt around with cruel foes, still their courage proudly rose,
   For they thought of hearts that loved them far and near;
   Of the millions true and brave o'er the ocean's swelling wave,
   And the friends in holy Ireland ever dear.

   (Chorus repeat)

   Climbed they up the rugged stair, rang their voices out in prayer,
   Then with England's fatal cord around them cast,
   Close beside the gallows tree kissed like brothers lovingly,
   True to home and faith and freedom to the last.

   (Chorus repeat)

   Never till the latest day shall the memory pass away,
   Of the gallant lives thus given for our land;
   But on the cause must go, amidst joy and weal and woe,
   Till we make our Isle a nation free and grand.

   (Chorus repeat)


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The Green Fields of France
(Eric Bogle)

 Well, how do you do, young Willie McBride,
 Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside,
 And rest for a while neath the warm summer sun,
 I've been worlding all day and I'm nearly done.
 I see by your gravestone you were only nineteen,
 When you joined the great fallen in nineteen sixteen,
 I hope you died well and I hope you died clean,
 Or young Willie McBride was it slow and obscene.

 CHORUS:
 Did they beat the drum slowly, did they play the life lowly.
 Did they sound the dead march as they lowered you down,
 And did the band play the Last Post and chorus,
 Did the pipes play the Flowers of the Forest.

 And did you leave awife or a sweetheart behind, In some
 faithful heart is your memory enshrined. Although you
 died back in nineteen sixteen, In that faithful heart are
 you forever nineteen. Or are you a stranger without even
 a name, Enclosed and forever behind the glass pane, In an
 old photograph, torn and battered and stained And faded
 to yellow in a brown leather frame. 

Chorus

 The sun now it shines on the green fields of France
 There's a warm summer breeze, it makes the red poppies
 dance. And look how the sun shines from under the clouds
 There's no gas, no barbed wire, no guns firing now. But
 here in this graveyard it's still no-man's-land. The
 countless white crosses stand mute in the sand, To man's
 blind indifference to his fellow man, To a whole
 generation that were butchered and damned. 

Chorus

 Now young Willie McBride I can't help but wonder why 
 Do all those who lie here know why they died
 And did they believe when they answered the cause 
 did they really believe that this war would end wars. 
 Well the sorrows, the suffering, the glory,
 the pain, the killing, and dying was all done in vain...
 For young Willie McBride it all happened again, 
 and again, and again, and again, and again

Chorus
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Green Glens Of Antrim

Far across yonder blue lies a true fairy land
With the sea rippling over the shingle and sand
Where the gay honeysuckle is luring the bee
And the green glens of Antrim are calling to me

If only you knew how the lamp of the moon
Turns a blue irish bay to a silver lagoon
You'd imagine the picture of heaven it would be
Where the green glens of Antrim are calling to me

(BREAK)

Soon I hope to return to my own Cushendall
'Tis the one place for me that can outshine them all
Sure I know ev'ry rock I recall every tree
Where the green glens of Antrim are welcoming me

I'd be where the people are simple and kind
And there's one there for me who's been aye on my mind
And I'd pray that the world would in peace let me be
Where the green glens of antrim are heaven to me
Where the green glens of antrim are heaven to me

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GRACE
midi

As we gather in the chapel here in Old Kilmainham Jail
I think about these past few days, oh will they say we've failed
From our schooldays they have told us we must yearn for liberty
Yet all I want in this dark place is to have you here wlth me

Chorus: 
Oh Grace just hold me in your arms and let this moment linger, 
They  take me out at dawn and I will die
With all my love I place this wedding ring upon your finger
There won't be time to share our love for we must say goodbye

Now I know it's hard for you my love to ever understand
the love I bear for these brave men, my love for this dear land
But when Padhraic called me to his side down in the GPO
I had to leave my own sick bed, to him I had to go

Chorus

Now as the dawn is breaking, my heart is breaking too
On this May morn as I walk out my thoughts will be of you
And I'll write some words upon the wall so everyone wlll know
I love so much that I could see his blood upon the rose

Chorus

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The Golden Jubilee

Way down in the County Kerry
In a place they call Tralee
A fine old couple they lived there
Named Kate and Pat McGee
They were going to give a caile
On their golden jubilee
Said Kate to Pat come over here
And listen now to me

Ah put on your oul knee britches
And your coat of emerald green
Take off your hat me darlin' Pat
Put on your old colleen
For today's our golden wedding
And I want them all to know
How we looked when we were wed, fifty years ago
Turnaround
Now well do I remember
When we danced on the village green
You held me in your arms dear Pat
And called me your Colleen
Your hair was like a raven's wing
But now it's turned to grey
Ah come over here me sweetheart dear
And this to you I'll say

Chorus

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GIBRALTAR THREE

Sad are three homes in Belfast now
All Ireland she shares their sorrow
Mairead Farrel, Sean Savage and Daniel McCann
They died on the streets of Gibraltar

They Flew out of Belfast With an ambitious plan
To continue the struggle To free Ireland
Mairead Farrel, Sean Savage and Daniel McCann
They died on the streets of Gibraltar

Sad are three homes in Belfast now
All Ireland she shares their sorrow
As they walked in the sun the Brits drew their guns
And blood stained the streets of  Gibralta

The S.A.S. stood there so proud of their deed
Three more Freedom Fighters lay dead in the street
They'd been given no warning no chance to retreat
For three had to die in Gibraltar

BREAK

And sad are three homes in Belfast now
All Ireland she shares their sorrow
As they walked in the sun the Brits drew their guns
And blood stained the streets of Gibralta

The S.A.S. stood there so proud of their deed
Three more Freedom Fighters lay dead in the street
They'd been given no warning no chance to retreat
For three had to die in Gibralta

And sad are three homes in Belfast now
All Ireland she shares their sorrow
As they walked in the sun the Brits drew their guns
And blood stained the streets of Gibraltar
Sad are three homes in Belfast now
All Ireland she shares their sorrow
Mairead Farrel, Sean Savage and Daniel McCann
They died on the streets of Gibraltar
And blood stained the streets of Gibraltar


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Galway Shawl

Near Oranmore in the county Galway
One pleasant evening in the month of may
I spied a damsel she was fair and winsome
Her beauty fairly stole my heart away

She wore no jewels, no costly diamonds
No paint nor powder no, none at all
She wore a bonnet with a ribbon on it
And round her shoulders was a Galway Shawl 

As we were walking she kept on talking
Until her cottage came into view
She said "come in sir and meet me father
And play to please him the Foggy Dew"
She sat me down beside the hearthstone
For'nenst her father who was six feet tall
And soon her mother had the kettle boiling
But I kept on thinking of the Galway shawl

Chorus

I played The Blackbird, The Stacks of Barley
Rooney's Favourite and the Foggy Dew
She sang each note like an Irish linnet
And the tears came into her eyes of blue
'Twas early early, all in the morning
I hit the road for oul' Donegal
She said "goodbye" and then she kissed me
And my heart remained with the Galway Shawl

Chorus
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Galway Queen

Loved a girl from a Galway town
But our love could never be
For I longed to see the world
And the treasures it held for me

So I left my need of home
Sailed across the raging sea
And to Boston I did roam
Worked in a town they called Quincy

As each day passed I did find
The fame and fortune I  had in mind
Our streets were not paved with gold
Even the summer nights were cold

Oh I miss my Galway Queen, my friends in Athenry
Wish I could be there tonight
With my lovely Nancy close by my side

Ditty

Well the days went slowly by
I started longing for my home
What good of  searching for a dream
When you're not with the one you love

So before her love grows cold
'Tis back to Galway I would go
To be with the one I love
And to stray from home no more 

Repeat chorus twice to end


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Galway Bay

If you ever go across the sea to Ireland
Be it only at the closing of your day
You can sit and watch the moon rise over Cladagh
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay

Just to see again the ripple on the trout stream
The women in the meadow making hay
Or to sit beside a turf fire in a cabin
And watch the barefoot gasuns at their play

For the breezes blowing o'er the sea from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow
And the women in the highlands diggin' pratties
Speak a language that the strangers do not know

(BREAK)

And the strangers came and tried to teach us their ways
And scorned us for being what we are
But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams
Or light a penny candle on a star

And if there's going to be a life hereafter
And somehow I feel sure there's going to be
I will ask my god to let me spend my heaven
In that dear isle across the Irish Sea

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Galtee Mountain Boy

I joined the flying column in 1916, 
In Cork with Sean Moylan, in Tipperary with Dan Breen. 
Arrested by Free Staters and sentenced for to die. 
Farewell to Tipperary, said the Galtee mountain boy. 

We went across the valleys and over the hilltops green, 
Where we met with Dinny Lacey, Sean Hogan and Dan Breen 
Sean Moylan and his gallant men that kept the flag flying high. 
Farewell to Tipperary, said the Galtee mountain boy. 

We tracked the Dublin mountains, we were rebels on the run. 
Though hunted night and morning, we were outlaws but freemen. 
We tracked the Wicklow mountains as the sun was shining high, 
Farewell to Tipperary, said the Galtee mountain boy. 

I bid farewell to old Clonmel that I never more will see, 
And to the Galtee mountains that oft times sheltered me, 
The men who fought for their liberty and who died without a sigh. 
May their cause be ne'er forgotten, said the Galtee mountain boy. 

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GALLIPOLI
(Swan/Doyle)

I remember the day it stands clear in my mind
We went down to Dun Laoighaire to wave you goodbye
Your ma was quietly weeping, there was a tear in my eye
your sailing to Gallipoli to die

You looked so young as you stood there with a glint in your eye
and you sang rebel songs as the streamers flew high
Your ma she turned away and I heard her sigh
you are sailing to Gallipoli to die

Chorus:
You were all that we had, your mammy and me
when you marched head erect you were proud as could be
but it killed your poor ma and it slowly killing me
when you were blown to kingdom come on the shores of Gallipoli

We got only one letter we knew right away
It said deepest regrets your son was bold and he was brave
you were only 19 yet your mammy and I let you sail to Gallipoli to die

Chorus

You fought for the wrong country you fought for the wrong cause
and your ma often said that it was Ireland's great loss
all those fine young men who marched to foreign shores to fight the war
when the greatest war of all was at home

Chorus



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GALWAY FARMER
[Song written in 1992 by Steve Knightley
from the group Show of Hands]

I worked my days on a Galway Farm
In the sun and rain and wind and storm
But once a year I'll chance my arm
And cross the sea to England
I'll scrimp and save 2000 pounds
Spend the week in Cheltenham town
But the racing over always down
I come back poor from England

I dreamed one night before I left
A coal black mare with a white star chest
Crossed the line and beat the rest
I came back rich to Galway
I rose at dawn and drove all day
Thinking, wondering all the way
Lady luck have you come to stay
Or steal away in the morning

When I got to Cheltenham town
Irish faces all around 
No bed or mattress to be found
I slept out on the hillside
I spent three days at the viewing ring
Saw the horses they led in
And just as I was giving in
I stood and stared in wonder

With stamping hooves and steaming breath
A coal black mare with a white star chest
I ran my finger down the list
I matched the name and number
Well Lady Luck had come half way
The horses name was Galway Bay
20-1 were the odds that day
I went to make my wager

I counted out 2000 pounds
Held it high, slapped it down
The bookie smiled but made no sound
I knew what he was thinking
The biggest loser in all the land
With pounding heart and shaking hands
I made my way up to the stand
The horses came to order

But at the first she nearly fell
I cursed my farmers luck to hell
The second and third she took quite well
Way behind the leaders
Then moving swiftly from the back
Found the rails and caught the pack
Ten to go and from the back
Her hooves were drumming thunder

She’s catching horses one by one
Bridle flashing in the sun
Eight to go and a mile to run
Two are left before her
Down the straight and on they sped
Left one at the last for dead
Caught the next and by a head
She came home a winner

So I came back to my Galway farm
A wiser and a richer man
But never again I'll chance my arm
Or cross the sea to England
'Cos Lady Luck was mine that day
I held her close and she went my way
I raised a glass to the Galway Bay
And the dream of the Galway farmer


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THE GALWAY RACES

As I rode down to Galway town to seek for recreation
On the seventeenth of August me mind being elevated
There were multitudes assembled with their tickets at the station
Me eyes began to dazzle and I'm goin' to see the races

Chorus:
With your whack-fa-the-da-for-the-diddle-ee-iddle-day

There were passengers from Limerick and passengers from Nenagh
And passengers from Dublin and sportsmen from Tipperary
There were passengers from Kerry, and all quarters of our nation
And our member, Mr. Hearst, for to join the Galway Blazers

There were multitudes from Aran, and members from New Quay shore
Boys from Connemara and the Clare unmarried maidens
There were people from Cork city, who were loyal, true and faithful
Who brought home the Fenian prisoners from diverse foreign nations

It's there you'll see confectioners with sugarsticks and dainties
The lozenges and oranges, the lemonade and raisins!
The gingerbread and spices to accomodate the ladies
And a big crubeen for thruppence to be pickin' while you're able

It's there you'll see the gamblers, the thimbles and the garters
And the spotting Wheel of Fortune with the four and twenty quarters
There was others without scruple pelting wattles at poor Maggy
And her father well-contented and he lookin' at his daughter

It's there you'll see the pipers and the fiddlers competing
The nimble footed dancers a-tripping over the daisies
There were others crying cigars and lights and bills for all the races
With the colors of the jockeys and the prize and horses' ages

It's there you'll see the jockeys and they're mounted out so stately
The pink, the blue, the orange, and green, the emblem of our nation
When the bell was rung for starting, all the horses seemed impatient
I thought they never stood on ground their speed was so amazing

There was half a million people there from all denominations
The Catholic, the Protestant, the Jew, and Presbyterian
There was yet no animosity, no matter what persuasion
But "failte" and hospitality inducin' fresh acquaintance


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GÁRDAI 'N RÍ
(The King's Own Guards)

Rachaidh mise suas le Gárdaí 'n Rí
Agus bhéarfaidh mis' anuas ar láimh liom í
Nach mise chuirfeadh cluain ar a báin-chnios mín
Agus bhéarfadidh mé go Tuaifín í grá mo chroí
Tógaigí suas ar ghruaidh-mhín an iomair' í
Lasadh ina gruaidh agus buaidh gach duine léi
'Ghiolla 'tá gan gruaim a chuirfeadh cluain ar an iomataí
Nach é mo scéal truaighe mar luaidheadh mise leat

Níl mise tinn agus níl mé slán
Is ró-mhór m'osna is ní fhéadaim a rá
Nuair a smuaintím ar an uair úd a bhí mé is tú, 'ghrá
Guala ar ghualainn agus lámh ar láimh

Galar claoite 'choíche 'n grá
'S mairg ar a mbíonn sé oíche ná lá
Gidh gur cruaidh 'n rud a' snaidhm 's nach scaoiltear é go bráth
O is, a chomrádaí díleas, go dté tú slán


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GARDEN WHERE THE PRATIES GROW, THE

Have you ever been in love, me boys?
Oh! have you felt the pain?
I'd rather be in jail, me boys/myself
Than be in love again
For the girl I loved was beautiful
I'd have you all to know
And I met her in the garden
Where the praties grow

Chorus:
She was just the sort of creature, boys
That nature did intend
To walk right through the world, me boys
Without a Grecian Bend
Nor did she wear a chignon
I'd have you all to know
And I met her in the garden
Where the praties grow

Said I, "My pretty/lovely colleen
I hope you'll pardon me/hope that you agree"
And she wasn't like the city girls
Who'd say "You're making free"
She looked at me right modestly/honestly
And curtsied very low
"Sure, you're welcome in the garden
Where the praties grow"

Chorus

Says I, "My lovely darling/pretty Colleen
I'm tired of single life
And if you've no objections
I will make you my sweet wife."
Says she, "I'll ask my parents
And tomorrow I'll let you know
If you'll meet me in the garden/
and i mmet you in the garden
Where the praties grow"

Chorus

Her parents they consented
And we're blessed with children three:
Two girls just like their mother
And a boy the image of me
We'll train them up in decency
The way they ought to go
And we'll send them to the garden
Where the praties grow

Chorus

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GARRYOWEN
midi midi mifi midi midi
[Garryowen is known to have been used by Irish regiments as a drinking
song. The name is derived from Gaelic meaning Owen's garden, and is
nowadays part of Limerick city.  That was where the 5th Royal Irish
Lancers made their home, and soon the song became associated with the
Lancers' drinking. The Irish poet Thomas Moore wrote the words around
1807. The tune is first documented as Auld Bessy in 1788. General George
Armstrong Custer reportedly heard the song among his Irish troops and liked
it. Lieutenant Colonel (Captain) Myles W. Keogh and several other officers
with ties to the Fifth Royal Irish Lancers and the Papal Guard, two Irish
regiments in the British Army, were believed to be instrumental in bringing
the air to the regiment. The tune was then played so often the 7th Cavalry
became tied to it. In 1867 it was adopted as the official marching song of the
Seventh Cavalry. It was the last song played for Custer's men as they left
general Alfred Terry's column at the Powder River and rode into history by being
defeated by the warriors of the Lakota, Cheyenne and Arapaho nations on the
morning of 25th June 1876 at the Battle of Little Bighorn]

Let Bacchus' sons be not dismayed
But join with me each jovial blade
Come booze and sing and lend your aid
To help me with the chorus

Chorus:
Instead of spa we'll drink brown ale
And pay the reckoning on the nail
For debt no man shall go to gaol (jail)
From Garryowen in glory

We are the boys that take delight in
Smashing the Limerick lamps when lighting
Through the street like sportsters fighting
And tearing all before us

We'll break the windows, we'll break the doors
The watch knock down by threes and fours
Then let the doctors work their cures
And tinker up our bruised

We'll beat the bailiffs out of fun
We'll make the mayor and sheriffs run
We are the boys no man dares dun
If he regards a whole skin

Our hearts so stout have got us fame
For soon 'tis known from whence we came
Where'er we go they dread the name
Of Garryowen in glory

Johnny Connell's tall and straight
And in his limbs he is complete
He'll pitch a bar of any weight
From Garryowen to Thomondgate

Garryowen is gone to rack
Since Johnny Connell went to Cork
Though Darby O'Brien leapt over the dock
In spite of judge and jury

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GIVE ME YOUR HAND
midi
(Tabhair dom do lámh)

Just give me your hand
Tabhair dom do lámh
Just give me your hand
And I'll walk with you
Through the streets of our land
Through the mountains so grand
If you give me your hand
Just give me your hand
And come along with me
Will you give me your hand
And the world it can see
That we can be free
In peace and harmony?
From the north to the south
From the east to the west
Every mountain, every valley
Every bush and birds nest!

Just give me your hand
Tabhair dom do lámh
Just give me your hand
For the world it is ours
All the sea and the land
To destroy or command
If you give me your hand
Just give me your hand
In a gesture of peace
Will you give me your hand
And all troubles will cease
For the strong and the weak
For the rich and the poor?
All peoples and creeds
Let's meet their needs
With a passion, we can fashion
A new world of love!

Chorus:
By day and night
Through all struggle and strife
And beside you, to guide you
Forever, my love
For love's not for one
But for both of us to share
For our country so fair
For our world and what's there

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GOD BLESS ENGLAND 
(Peadar Kearney)

I'll sing you a song of peace and love
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
To the land that reigns all lands above
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
May peace and plenty be her share
Who kept our homes from want and care
God bless England is our prayer
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day

Chorus:
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
So we say, Hip Hooray!
Come and listen while we pray
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day

When we were savage, fierce and wild
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
England came as mother to  child
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
She gently raised us from the slime
Stopped our drinking and our crime
And sent us to Heaven in her own good time
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day

Chorus

Now our fathers oft were naughty boys
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
For guns and pikes are dangerous toys
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
From Bearna Baol to Bunker Hill
They made poor England cry  her fill
But ould Brittania loves us still!
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day

Chorus

Now Irishmen, forget the past!
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
And think of the time that's coming fast
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day
When we shall all be civilized
Neat and clean and well-advised
Won't Mother England be surprised?
Whack fol the diddle all the di do day

Chorus

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GOODBYE MICK

The ship it sails in half an hour to cross the broad Atlantic
My friends are standing on the quay with grief and sorrow frantic
I'm just about to sail away in the good ship Dan O'Leary
The anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving Tipperary

Chorus:
And it's goodbye Mick and goodbye Pat and goodbye Kate and Mary
The anchor's weighed and the gangway's up, I'm leaving Tipperary
And now the steam is blowing off, I have no more to say
I'm bound for New York City boys, three thousand miles away

In my portmanteau here I have some cabbage, beans and bacon
And if you think I can't eat that, well, there's where yer mistaken
For this ship will play with pitch and toss for half a dozen farthings
I'll roll me bundle on me back and walk to Castle gardens

Now I won't come that Yankee chat, I guess I'm calculatin'
Come liquor up old sonny boy, when an old friend I am treatin'
I'm deep in love with Molly Burke like an ass is fond of clover
I'll send for her when I get there - that's if she will come over

Then fare thee well old Erin dear, to part me heart does ache well
From Carrickfergus to Cape Clear - I'll never see your equal
Although to foreign parts we're bound where cannibals may eat us
We'll ne'er forget the Holy Ground of poteen and potatoes

When good St Paddy banished snakes he shook them from his garment
He never thought we'd go abroad to look upon such vermint
Nor quit this land where whiskey grew to wear the Yankee button
Take vinegar for mountain dew and toads for mountain mutton

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