American Old Time Song Lyrics: 26 Paddies Evermore

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 26

PADDIES EVERMORE.
Tune- "Daddies Evermore."

The hour is past to fawn or crouch
As suppliants for our right;
Let word and deed unshrinking vouch
The banded millions might:
Let them who scorned the fountain rill
Now dread the torrent's roar,
And hear our echoed chorus still,
We're Paddies evermore.

"What, though they menace? suffering men
Their threats and them despise;
Or promise justice once again?
We know their words are lies:
We stand resolved those rights to claim
They robbed us of before,
Our own dear nation and our name,
As Paddies evermore.

Look 'round-the Frenchman governs France,
The Spaniard rules in Spain,
The gallant Pole but waits his chance
To break the Russian chain;
The strife for freedom here begun
We never will give o'er,
Nor own a land on earth but one,
We're Paddies evermore.

That strong and single love to crush
The despot ever tried;
A fount it was whose living gush
His hated arts defied.
'Tis fresh as when his foot accursed
Was planted on our shore,
And now and still, as from the first,
We're Paddies evermore.

What wrecked we though six hundred years
Have o'er our thraldom rolled?
The soul that roused O'Connor's spears
Still lives as true and bold."
The tide of foreign power to stem
Our fathers bled of yore;
And we stand here to-day, like them,
True Paddies evermore.

Where's our allegiance? With the land
For which they nobly died;
Our duty? By our cause to stand,
Whatever chance betide;
Our cherished hope? To heal the woes
That rankle at her core;
Our scorn and hatred? To her foes,
Like Paddies evermore.

The hour is past to fawn or crouch
As suppliants for our right;
Let word and deed unshrinking vouch
The banded millions' might;
Let them who scorned the fountain rill
Now dread the torrent's roar.
And hear our echoed chorus still,
We're Paddies evermore.