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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 413 |
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'Tis fresh as when^his foot accursed Was planted on our shore,
And now and still as from the first We're Paddies evermore. |
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What reck we though six hundred years
Have o'er our thraldom rolled ? The soul that roused O'Nial'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. |
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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 our foes
Now and forevermore. |
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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! |
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