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 The dews upon thy tender vine

Have seemed thy country's tears;

Now, now forevermore, thou art

Symbol of all that's brave and true—

Blest as a smile

Of thy sunlit isle,

In the Old World honored, and the New!

For they lie asleep in a land of strangers,

Far from the home their fame endears—

The Inniskillings, the Connaught Rangers,

The Dublin Fusiliers;

And the little plant they loved so well—

Better than fairest flower that blows—

Is set apart

In Britannia's heart

With the Scottish thistle and the rose: