John Banim Poems

Am I the slave they say,
Soggarth aroon?
Since you did show the way,
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The Irish soldier, cast for fight,
Stood to his arms at dead of night,
Watching the east, until its ray
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Now welcome, welcome, baby--boy, unto a mother's fears,
The pleasure of her sufferings, the rainbow of her t ...
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Ours is no quarrel that will not be ended--
Ours are not hearts to hate on to the las ...
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From my proper clime and subjects,
In my hot and swarthy East,
North and Westward I am coming
For a conquest and a feast-
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Men who for the land do toil,
Humble brethren of our soil,
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Oh, did you hear
What roaring cheer,
What brave new coats ...
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``Arrah, Moya, my pet, do you know what they say
About what we're for doing next marrying day?
They say, that to go to the Soggarth, that way,
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He said that he was not our brother--
The mongrel! he said what we knew--
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Here we are, Mr. Bull, your Orange and Green,
Flaunting away li ...
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