Song Of The Rebel Irish

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Oh, not now for songs of a nation's
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wrongs,
not the groans of starving
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labor;
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Let the rifle ring and the bullet sing
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to the clash of the flashing sabre!
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There are Irish ranks on the tented
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banks
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of Columbia's guarded ocean;
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And an iron clank from flank to
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flank
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tells of armed men in motion
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The Irish green shall again be seen
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as our Irish fathers bore it,
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A burning wind from the South
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behind,
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and the Yankee rout before it!
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O'Neil's red hand shall purge the
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land-
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Rain a fire on men and cattle,
Till the Lincoln snakes in their
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own cold lakes
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Plunge from the blaze of battle
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Whoe'er shall march by triumphal
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March
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Whoe'er may swell the slaughter,
Our drums shall roll from the
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Capitol
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O'er Potomac's fateful water!
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Rise, bleeding ghosts, to the Lord of (
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Hosts
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For judgement final and solemn;
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Your fanatic horde to the edge if the
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sword
Is doomed line square and
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column