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258 " FAUGH A BALLAUGH."
Shall not be trampled in the dust —
Up, sons of Ireland ! —" Faugh a ballaugh." *
Shall villains drag our starry flag,
By the blood of warriors consecrated, And raise instead that viper's head f
O'er Northern freemen subjugated ? No, no ; the boasts of Southern hosts,
By Heaven ! right soon we '11 make them swallow : They '11 shortly feel our Yankee steel, .
Backed by an Irish " Faugh a ballaugh."
O 'er many a battle-field of yore
That wild war-slogan hath resounded ; From famed Cremona to Lahore,
Still twining wreaths of laurel round it, At Fontenoy it swept away,
Whilst vengeance in its track did follow, Till the Saxon legions of Lord Hay
Went down before that " Faugh a ballaugh."
From Mantua's walls unto the Seine, With victory perched upon their banner,
The children of our crownless queen Won fortune, title, rank, and honor.
* Clear the way.
t The rattlesnake.