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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 471 |
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Till both were as mad as starvation : Then Ulick sang three or four songs,
And closed with " Hurra for the Nation ! "— O Ulick, an Irishman still!
My father took him by the hand,
Their hearts melted into each other; While tears that she could not command
Broke loose from the eyes of my mother. " Ah, Freedom ! " she cried, " wirra sthrue,
A woman can say little in it; But were it to come by you two,
I've a guess at the way you would win it,— It would not be by weeping, I swear." |
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