HANDS ACROSS THE SEA.
Copyright, 1890, by Frank Harding.
Words by Frank Egerton. Music by Page.
Who dares to assert there's no friendship in Pat?
Who dares to assert he's untrue;
There is not a hardship, a grievance or task,
He'll ever refuse to go through.
More so if that task is to help an old friend,
Or help a lame one in distress;
'Tis then to the end of the world he will go
To willingly give and to bless.
Heart to heart, band to hand, proud erect we nobly stand;
Though we're exiled from our land, parted we may be,
Still each other we'll befriend with a love that knows no end;
Irishmen will e'er extend hands across the tea.
From infancy Irishmen always are taught
Each other to love and revere;
And women as angels they ever regard,
To them they are sacred and dear;
No creed or religion steps in between men
Who've sworn they've a duty to do;
The strong for the weak has a hand that will help
Their cause to be steadfast and true.-Chorus.
Just now o'er our land hangs a cloud of despair,
And thousands will watch us And pray
That quickly the men of bloodshed and war
From Ireland will pass clear away.
Good hearts, loyal and strong, have rebelled against laws
They deem to be harsh and severe;
Though fugitives now in a far distant land,
To their countrymen's hearts they are dear.-Chorus.