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IRISH SONGS AND LTRIQS 383 |
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And let every true man who hates Ireland's foe Fight bravely for freedom like Henry Monro.
That very same day ere the sun was yet low, They murdered that hero, bold General Monro, And high o'er the court-house stuck his head on a
spear, To make the United men tremble and fear.
Up comes Monro's sister; she was dressed all in
green, With his sword by her side that was long, sharp and
keen, And she cried to the true men that with her did go, " Oh, we'll have revenge for my brother Monro."
All ye true men who listen, now think of the fate Of the brave men who died in the year '98; Oh, poor old Ireland would be free long ago If her sons were all heroes like General Monro. |
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HANNAH HEALY, THE PRIDE OF HOWTH
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OU matchless nine, to my aid incline, Assist my genius while I declare My lovesick pain for a beauteous dame, Whose killing charms did me ensnare; Sly little Cupid has knocked me stupid ;
In grief I mourn upon my oath; My frame's declining, I'm so repining For Hannah Healy, the pride of Howth. |
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