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AS VANQUISHED ERIN.
(THE BOYNE WATER.) |
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But vain her wish, her weeping vain,
As time too well hath taught her, Each year the Fiend returns again
And dives into that water: And brings triumphant from beneath
His shafts of desolation, And sends then, wing'd with worse than death.
Throughout her madd'ning nation. |
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Alas for her who sits and mourns,
Ev'n now beside that river! Unwearied still the Fiend returns,
And stored is still his quiver. " When will this end, ye Pow'rs of Good ? "
She weeping asks for ever, But only hears from out that flood,
The demon answer, " Never 1" |
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H. 4868. |
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