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446 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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" Hurrah for gallant Limerick ! " black Ned and
Moran cried, As on the Dutchmen's leaden heads their hammers
well they plied ; A bombshell burst between them—one fell without a
groan, One leaped into the lurid air, and down the breach
was thrown !
"Brave smith ! brave smith ! " cried Sarsfield, "beware the treacherous mine —
Brave smith ! brave smith ! fall backward, or surely death is thine ! "
The smith sprang up the rampart and leaped the blood-stained wall,
As high into the shuddering air went foemen, breach and all 1
Up like a red volcano they thundered wild and high, Spear, gun, and shattered standard, and foemen
through the sky; And dark and bloody was the shower that round the
blacksmith fell — He thought upon his 'prentice boys, they were avenged
well !
On foeman and defenders a silence gathered down, 'Twas broken by a triumph-shout that shook the
ancient town ; As out its heroes sallied, and bravely charged and
slew, And taught King William and his men what Irish
hearts can do! |
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