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was the warning which Liberty spoke, And grand was the moment when Spaniards awoke
 * Into life and revenge from the conqueror's chain!

Oh Liberty! let not this spirit have rest, Till it move, like a breeze, o'er the waves of the west— Give the light of your look to each sorrowing spot, Nor oh ! be the Shamrock of forgot,
 * While you add to your garland the Olive of !

If the fame of our fathers, bequeathed with their rights, Give to country its charm, and to home its delights,
 * If deceit be a wound and suspicion a stain;

Then, ye men of ! our cause is the same, And oh! may his tomb want a tear and a name, Who would ask for a nobler, a holier death, Than to turn his last sigh into victory's breath
 * For the Shamrock of, and Olive of !