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There was a time, falsest of women!
When Breffni's good sword M-ould have sought That man, through a million of foemen,
Who dared but to doubt thee in thought! While now �0, degenerate daughter
Of Erin, how fall'n is thy fame! And through ages of bondage and slaughter,
Thy country shall bleed for thy shame. |
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Already the curse is upon her,
And strangers her valleys profane; They come to divide�to dishonor,
And tyrants they long will remain. But onward! the green banner rearing;
Go, flesh every sword to the, hilt; On our side is Virtue and Erin;
On theirs is the Saxon and Guilt. |
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