The Golden Treasury of Irish Songs & Lyrics

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150 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF
Said Burke; then Kelly said : "When Michael, the Irish Archangel, stands,
The angel with the sword, And the battle-dead from a hundred lands
Are ranged in one big horde, Our line, that for Gabriel's trumpet waits,
Will stretch three deep that day, From Jehoshaphat to the Golden Gates —
Kelly and Burke and Shea." " Well, here's thank God for the race and the sod ! "
Said Kelly and Burke and Shea.