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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 269 |
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But, God be praised, that round him throng, as
thick as summer bees, The swords that guarded Limerick walls—his faithful
Rapparees !
His lovin' Rapparees! Who daar say, "No" to Rory Oge, who heads the
Rapparees ! |
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Black Billy Grimes, of Latnamard, he racked us long
and sore — God rest the faithful hearts he broke; we'll never see
them more! But I'll go bail he'll break no more while Truagh has
gallows-trees, For why? he met one lonesome night the awful • Rapparees!
The angry Rapparees! They never sin no more, my boys, who cross the
Rapparees. |
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Now, Sassenach and Cromweller, take heed of what I say —
Keep down your black and angry looks that scorn us night and day;
For there's a just and wrathful Judge that every action sees,
And he'll make strong, to right our wrong, the faithful Rapparees!
The fearless Rapparees !
The men that rode at Sarsfield's side, the changeless Rapparees! |
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