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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 445 |
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The blacksmith raised his hammer, and rushed into
the street, His 'prentice boys behind him, the ruthless foe to
meet — High on the breach of Limerick, with dauntless hearts
they stood Where the bombshells burst and shot fell thick, and
redly ran the blood.
" Now look you, brown-haired Moran, and mark you, swarthy Ned;
This day we'll prove the thickness of many a Dutchman's head !
Hurrah ! upon their bloody path they're mounting gallantly;
And now the first that tops the breach, leave him to this and me ! "
The first that gained the rampart, he was a captain
brave ! A captain of the Grenadiers, with blood-stained dirk
and glaive ; He pointed and he parried, but it was all in vain, For fast through skull and helmet the hammer found
his brain !
The next that topped the rampart, he was a colonel bold,
Bright through the murk of battle his helmet flashed with gold.
"Gold is no match for iron!" the doughty blacksmith said,
As with that ponderous hammer he cracked his foe-man's head ! |
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