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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 27s |
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MAURICE F. EGAN (1832- )
BY RIGHT DIVINE
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N this free land I know a tyrant king Who rules supreme a kingdom all his own, Who reigns supreme by right divine alone, Who governs slaves that always cringe and sing,— " He walks ! He talks ! " in most admiring tone; They quail with fear if he but makes a moan, And wild confusion comes if he but fling Away his sceptre—coral, jingling thing ! He is a king, though loving anarchy, A tyrant king, whom our fond land obeys, A tyrant king, yet scarce a mimic man; And this whole land is bound in monarchy, All mother-hearts some little ruler sways, If harder fathers be republican. |
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THE SHAMROCK
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HEN April rains make flowers bloom And Johnny-jump-ups come to light, And clouds of color and perfume Float from the orchards piuk and white, I see my shamrock in the rain,
An emerald spray with raindrops set, Like jewels on Spring's coronet, So fair, and yet it breathes of pain. |
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