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Page |
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| Green were the fields where my forefathers dwelt, O |
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| Dear Pat give attention unto what I now mention |
3 |
4 |
| When brotherly love sha'l thro' Ireland prevail |
4 |
4 |
| Arrah! Paddy, dear boy my heart and joy |
4-5 |
4 |
| Fourteenth of July, in Paris town, The |
6-7 |
5 |
| Tho' we praise the proud day which beheld mighty France |
7-8 |
5 |
| In the gay demesnes of France, where the graces trip and, ship, sir |
8-10 |
8 |
| Oh! if you have a mind to gain Freedom |
10-11 |
4 |
| While Freedom spreads her banner forth |
11-12 |
5 |
| Fourteenth of July let's never forget, The |
12-13 |
5 |
| Ierne, dear distracted Isle |
13-14 |
8 |
| Now Hibernians bold and brave |
14-15 |
4 |
| While tyrants grasp with greedy aim |
15-16 |
4 |
| Hibernia's sons, with hearts elate |
17 |
4 |
| Hail! undaunted Hibernians, true offspring of light |
18 |
4 |
| Before the glance of new-born Freedom |
19-20 |
8 |
| I'll tell you dear Pat, the whole news of the town |
20-21 |
4 |
| Great reformation, approaching we hail!, The |
21-22 |
4 |
| Ye sons of Ireland awake to glory |
22-23 |
4 |
| While landsmen wander uncontoul'd |
23-24 |
6 |
| My jovial friends, with social glee |
25 |
3 |
| Rector I am, pray mind what I say, A |
25-27 |
12 |
| Muse of energy and fire |
27-28 |
9 |
| 'Twas in the year of Ninety-three |
28-30 |
5 |
| When Frenchmen first attack'd the crown |
30-31 |
5 |
| Why vainly do we waste our time |
31-32 |
4 |
| Negro with desponding heart, The |
32-33 |
4 |
| Come, Freedom's chosen band |
33-34 |
5 |
| Go on, brave Prince,--increase your debts |
35-36 |
5 |
| Hibernia lend an ear |
36-37 |
6 |