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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 443 |
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Their spears were bristling
On th' other bank : Yet we stood steady, And each good blade, Ere the morn did fade,
At their life-blood drank.
" Hurrah ! for Freedom ! "
Came from our van, "Hurrah ! for Freedom ! Our swords—we'll feed 'em * As best we can — With vengeance we'll feed 'em ! " Then down we crashed, Through the wild ford dashed,
And the fray began.
Horses to horses
And man to man : O'er dying horses, And blood and corses,
O'Sullivan, Our general, thundered, And we were not slack To slay at his back
Till the fight began.
O how we scattered
The foemen then,— Slaughtered and scattered, And chased and shattered,
By shore and glen ! To the wall of Moyallo |
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