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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 53 |
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There are wrongs that man's patience could never yet bear; There are insults that change the slave's weakness to strength; I know by experience your barrel is strong;
One might overcharge you with safety at first; But, should he continue to try you too long, Why, tough as you are, you'd infallibly burst!
A bright day is coming, old rifle of mine,
And trust me its morning ere long will have birth ! God never made nations in serfdom to pine,
Men never made rifles to lie in the earth. The summons will come, we shall answer its call,
Prepared for our country to do or to die. So till that bright moment, for you and for all,
Dear trusty old rifle, I bid you good-bye. |
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