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PADDIES EVERMORE
Anon.
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HE hour is past to fawn and crouch As suppliants for our right; Let word and deed unshrinking vouch The banded millions' might; Let them who scorned the fountain rill
Now dread the torrent's roar, And hear our echoed chorus still, We're Paddies evermore!
What though they menace suffering men, β
Their threats and them despise; Or promise justice once again, β
We know their words are lies. We stand resolved those rights to claim
They robbed us of before, Our dear old nation and our name
As Paddies, and no more.
Look round,βthe Frenchman governs France,
The Spaniards rule in Spain, The gallant Pole but waits his chance
To break the Russian chain ; The strife for freedom here begun
We never will give o'er, Nor own a land on earth but one, β
We're Paddies, and no more.
That strong and single love to crush,
The tyrant ever tried ; A fount it was, whose loving gush
His hated arts defied. |
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