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You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers |
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The war blast is sounding o'er valley and hill |
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Too long you have laid in the bed of affliction |
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Your moans pierce my heart like a murmuring reel |
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Your leaders were banished, yet hope has not left you |
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Though firmly bound by the conqueror's chain |
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So draw your swords quickly, while strength has been left you |
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And make one bold dash for your freedom again |
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You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers |
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No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
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Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers |
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Now Meaghеr is leading the Irish Brigade |
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O how can you slumbеr, submissively yielding |
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While the eagle of freedom shrieks loud in the air? |
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On strange battlefields you your sabres are wielding |
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No heroes or chieftain more noble are there |
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On history's pages, your fame is recorded |
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Yet the proud Saxon traitor your green hills pollute |
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And trample the flag which they should have regarded |
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So strike for your freedom at tyrants' root |
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You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers! |
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No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
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Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers! |
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Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
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What monster could look upon Erin's blue mountains |
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And view the gray fog looming up in the air |
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Or sit for a while by her bright crystal fountains |
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Without adding a tear of pure sympathy there? |
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Or see her grand castles, with ivy surrounded |
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Where now the lone cry of the night owl is heard |
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As her beautiful rivers with echo resounded |
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To answer the voice of the romantic birds |
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You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers! |
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No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
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Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers! |
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Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
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The famed Robert Emmet, by perjury smitten |
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His cold-blooded murder all nations could see |
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Now its time that his epitaph should have been written |
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And Erin once more be great, glorious, and free |
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With a worthy MacManus, that patriot martyr |
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Cold, cold in the grave, though their ashes remain |
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Yet their spirits forewarn that time is growing shorter |
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When Erin's green banner will float o'er the main |
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You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers! |
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No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
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Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers! |
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Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
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Remember the siege of sweet Limerick, fair city |
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When Sarsfield encountered the balance of power |
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And her heroic daughters, both loyal and witty |
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Saluted their foes with a hot boiling shower |
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Is such patriotism so easily forgotten |
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While the blood of our forefathers courses through our veins? |
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No! Their glory exists, though their bones may be rotten |
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To conquer our foes yet as Brian did the Danes |
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You true sons of Erin, awake from your slumbers! |
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No longer leave tyrants your valleys invade |
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Let the long silent harp vibrate its loud numbers! |
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Now Meagher is leading the Irish Brigade |
