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THE GOOD SHIP CASTLE DOWN
A Rebel Chaunt, A. D. 1776
OH, how she plowed the ocean, the good ship Castle Down, That day we hung our colors out, the Harp without the Crown ! A gallant barque, she topped the wave, and fearless
hearts were we, With guns and pikes and bayonets, a stalwart company. 'Twas a sixteen years from Thurot; and sweeping
down the bay The " Siege of Carrickfergus " so merrily we did play: And by the old castle's foot we went, with three right
hearty cheers, And waved aloft our green cockades, for we were Volunteers,
Volunteers ! Oh, we were in our prime that day, stout Irish Volunteers. |
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'Twas when we heaved our anchor on the breast of
smooth Garmoyle Our guns spoke out in thunder : " Adieu, sweet Irish
soil! " At Whiteabbey and Greencastle, and Holywood so
gay, Were hundreds waving handkerchiefs and many a loud
huzza. Our voices o'er the water struck the hollow mountains
• round — .
Young Freedom, struggling at her birth, might utter
such a sound. |
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