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And the priest gives his blessing and goes down on the
ground, And Shamus O'Brien throws one last look around; Then the hangman drew near, and the people grew
still, Young faces turned sickly and warm hearts grew chill. And all being ready, his neck was made bare, For the gripe of the life-stranglin' cord to prepare; And the good priest had left him, having said his last
prayer. But the good priest done more, for his hands he unbound, And with one daring spring Jim has leaped on the
ground ! Bang ! bang ! go the carbines and clash go the sabers ! " He's not down 1 he's alive still! Now stand to him,
neighbors! Through the smoke and the horses he's into the crowd ! By the heavens he is free ! " than thunder more loud, By one shout from the people the heavens were
shaken — One shout that the dead of the world might awaken. Your swords they may glitter, your carbines go bang, But if you want hangin', yourself you must hang, For to-night he'll be sleepin' in Aherglow glen, And the devil's in the dice if you catch him again. The soldiers run this way the hangmen run that, And Father Malone lost his new Sunday hat; And the sheriffs were both of them punished severely, And fined like the devil, because Jim done them
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