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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 435 |
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Never till the latest day shall the memory pass away Of the gallant lives thus given for our land;
But on the cause must go, amidst joy or weal or woe, Till we've made our isle a nation free and grand.
"God save Ireland," say we proudly; "God save Ireland," say we all:
" If upon the scaffold high, or the battle-field we die, O what matter, when for Erin dear we fall! " |
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