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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 427 |
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The dust of some is Irish earth;
Among their own they rest; And the same land that gave them birth
Has caught them to her breast; And we will pray that from their clay
Full many a race may start Of true men, like you, men,
To act as brave a part.
They rose in dark and evil days
To right their native land; They kindled here a living blaze
That nothing shall withstand. Alas ! that Might can vanquish Right —
They fell, and passed away; But true men, like you, men,
Are plenty here to-day.
Then here's their memory—may it be
For us a guiding light, To cheer our strife for liberty,
And teach us to unite ! Through good and ill, be Ireland's still,
Though sad as theirs, your fate; And true men, be you, men,
Like those of Ninety-Eight. |
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