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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 41 |
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All, all who would scare them are banished or slain.
Grasp every stalwart hand
Hackbut and battle brand, Pay them all back the debt so long due;
Norris and Clifford well
Can of Tir Connell tell j Onward to glory, " O'Donnell Aboo ! "
Sacred the cause of Clan Connaill's defending, The altars we kneel at, the homes of our sires ; Ruthless the ruin the foe is extending, Midnight is red with the plunderers' fires.
On with O'Donnell, then,
Fight the old fight again, Sons of Tir Connell, all valiant and true.
Make the false Saxon feel
Erin's avenging steel! Strike for your country, " O'Donnell Aboo ! " |
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