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432 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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We know that brave and good men tried
To snap her rusty chain — That patriots suffered, martyrs died —
And all, 'tis said, in vain. But no, boys, no ! a glance will show How far they've won their way — Here's good Old Ireland ! Brave Old Ireland ! Ireland, boys, hurrah!
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We've seen the wedding and the wake,
The patron and the fair; And lithe young frames at the dear old games
In the kindly Irish air; And the loud " hurroo," we have heard it too, And the thundering " Clear the way ! " Here's gay Old Ireland ! Dear Old Ireland ! Ireland, boys, hurrah !
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And well we know in the cool gray eves,
When the hard day's work is o'er, How soft and sweet are the words that greet
The friends who meet once more; With " Mary machree ! " " My Pat! 'tis he ! " And " My own heart night and day ! " Ah, fond Old Ireland ! Dear Old Ireland ! Ireland, boys, hurrah! |
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