There flows from her spirit such love and delight,
That the face of Blind Mary is radiant with light--
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The tribune's tongue and poet's pen
May sow the seed in prostrate men;
But 'tis the soldier's sword alone
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“DID they dare, did they dare, to slay Eoghan Ruadh O’Neill?”
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THE mess-tent is full, and the glasses are set,
And the gallant Count Thomond is president yet;
The vet’ran arose, like an uplifted lance,
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I.
The summer sun is falling soft on Carbery's hundred isles--
The summer sun is gleaming still through Gabriel's rough
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Come in the evening, or come in the morning;
Come when you ’re look’d for, or come without warning:
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Oh! the marriage, the marriage,
With love and _mo bhuachaill_ for me,
The ladies that ride in a carriage
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Shall they bury me in the deep,
Where wind-forgetting waters sleep?
Shall they dig a grave for me,
Under the green-wood tree?
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Ireland! rejoice, and England! deplore--
Faction and feud are passing away.
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I.
Let the coward shrink aside,
We'll have our own again;
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