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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 433 |
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VI
And happy and bright are the groups that pass
From their peaceful homes, for miles O'er fields and roads and hills, to Mass,
When Sunday morning smiles;
And deep the zeal their true hearts feel
When low they kneel and pray.
Oh, dear Old Ireland !
Blest Old Ireland !
Ireland, boys, hurrah !
VII
But deep in Canadian woods we've met,
And we never may see again The dear old isle where our hearts are set
And our first fond hopes remain ! But come, fill up another cup, And with every sup we'll say, "Here's dear Old Ireland! Loved Old Ireland ! Ireland, boys, hurrah !
GOD SAVE IRELAND'
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IGH upon the gallows tree swung the noble-hearted three, By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom j But they met him face to face, with the spirit of their race,
1 William O'Meara Allen, Michael O'Brien, Michael Larkin, executed 23d November, 1867, for accidentally killing Brett, a policeman, in the attempt to rescue Kelly and Deasy, September 18. |
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