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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 201 |
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To drain the cup—with girls to toy, The serfs vile soul with bliss may cloy, But would'st thou taste a manly joy ? — Oh ! it was ours at Fontenoy !
Come, then, and wear the White Cockade, etc.
To many a fight thy fathers led, Full many a Saxon's life-blood shed; From thee, as yet, no foe has fled — Thou wilt not shame the glorious dead ?
Then, come, and wear the White Cockade, etc.
Oh ! come, for slavery, want, and shame, We offer vengeance, freedom, fame, With Monarchs, comrade rank to claim, And, nobler still, the Patriot's name !
Oh ! come and wear the White Cockade, And learn the soldier's glorious trade ; 'Tis of such stuff a hero's made — Then come and join the Bold Brigade. |
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