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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 93 |
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Ere you from your mountains go
To feel the scourge of foreign fever, Swear to serve the faithless foe
That lures you from your land forever ! Swear henceforth its tools to be—"
To slaughter trained by ceaseless drilling — Honour, home, and liberty,
Abandoned for a Saxon Shilling.
Go—to find, mid crime and toil,
The doom.to which such guilt is hurried; Go—to leave on Indian soil
Your bones to bleach, accursed, unburied ! Go—to crush the just and brave,
Whose wrongs with wrath the world is filling; Go—to slay each brother slave
Or spurn the blood-stained Saxon Shilling /
Irish hearts ! why should you bleed
To swell the tide of British glory — Aiding despots in their need,
Who've changed our green so oft to gory / None, save those who wish to see
The noblest killed, the meanest killing, And true hearts severed from the free,
Will take again the Saxon Shilling!
Irish youths ! reserve your strength
Until an hour of glorious duty, When Freedom's smile shall cheer at length
The land of bravery and beauty. Bribes and threats, oh, heed no more —
Let nought but Justice make you willing To leave your own dear Island shore,
For those who send the Saxon Shilling. |
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