THE STARVING IRISH.
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 his, DoRias. spssavi. Give us this day our daily bread, Father in mercy hear our prayer; All hope of human aid has hed--

 We sink in deep despair. Our little .oaes scream out with pain, And eismor to bs fed; Father. their erie; 10 us are sain,- Give us our daily bread. O'ei the gauut infant at the breast, The mother bows her head: The fcdnt is dry. in vaih 'tis pressed; Give us our daily bread. Our eldest born. with holiow eye, And eager stexithy tread, ----- wenld fake the food we cannot bay;- Give us our daily bread. We must not beg--hs shall not steal, Though stores before as spread; But we will work with earnest seai,- Give us our daily bread. famine hath laid her whitening hand Upon each little head; Oh Christi is this Christain land Give us our daily bread Thy will be done: Father receive Our souls when we are dead: In heaven we sha,l not pine and griere-- Or want our daily bread.