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IRISH SONGS AND LTR1CS 341 |
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Come mark the call, and drink to all
Old Ireland's tribes so glorious, Who still have stood, in fields of blood,
Unbroken and victorious : Long as of old may Connaught hold
Her boast of peerless beauty; And Leinster show to friend and foe
Her sons all prompt for duty.
A curse for those who dare oppose
Our country's claim for freedom; May none appear the .knaves to hear,
Or none who hear 'em heed 'em : May famine fall upon them all,
May pests and plagues confound them, And heartfelt care, and black despair,
Till life's last hour surround them.
May lasting joys attend the boys
Who love the land that bore us, Still may they share such friendly fare
As this that spreads before us. May social cheer, like that we've here,
Forever stand to greet them ; • And hearts as sound as those around
Be ready still to meet them.
Come, raise the voice ! rejoice, rejoice, Fast, fast, the dawn's advancing,
My eyes grow dim, but every limb Seems quite agog for dancing.
Sweet girls begin, 'tis shame and sin To see the time we're losing. |
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