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nn'iLlossad the green Island and SAID IT was good ,
.T'a Toa sm raid Of Europe it sparked and shone
n the ring Of the world, the most precious stone.
,o, snn. in her soil, in her station, thrice best,
in i hs her hack towards Britain her face to the wes
WI M.ul .,snds poudlv nsular on her steep shore,
@ .yr;kes her his harp midst the oceans deeproar
AA' III.
nrben lis softtones seemed o mourn and to weep,
GS D dark chain Of silence is throwntroIn the deep;
,hought of the Past tears gush from her eyes,
a. al the nulse of the heart IN sorrow replies.
~ sons Of great Erin lament Ger the time,
W IN, religion was war, and virtue crlme
,-ssn Whsn men in Gods image inverted the plan,
"~I, snJ moulded their God 10 the image OF man.
,on the interest Of State wrought the general woe,
The 1,0 stranger friend, and the native a foe
WLen the mother rejolced Ger the children opprest,
And casped the ih'"uei ii.oie 0Aose ~ iiei
When with pale for the body, and pale for the soul,
rhurcb and State joined in compact to conquer the


whole


And as Shannon was stained with Milesian blood,
Ed each other askance and pronounced twas good.


VII.
Bv the groans that ascend from your forefathers'


grave,
ro their country thus left the brute and the slave
IlIye the demon of bigotry home 10 his den,
And where Britain made brutes, let Erin make men.


VII.
lot tby sons like the leaves of the Shamrock unite,
A nariition of soil from one foot-stalk of right
Give each his full share of the earth and the sky
Nor fanish the slave where the serpent would die


TX.
Alas for poor Erin, that some still are seen,
Who would dye the grass red from their hatred to


green;


them live,


And Weld them that mercy which they would not


give.


Be 6rm and be strong, be as gen'rous as brave,
Though uplifted to strike, be still ready to save:
Letno feeling of vengeance presume to dehle
The cause or the men, OF the Emerald Isle


XI.
The cause is good and the men are all true,
The green shall oulive both the orange and blue;
And the trumphs of Erin her daughters shall share
With their bright beaming eyes and their tar flowing


hair.


Their bosons heave high for the worthy and brave
But no coward shall rest in that soft swelling wave
Then Erin, awake and make haste to be blest,
Thou arch of the ocean, and queen OF the west