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Rh Maytuire her wakening might arrayed,
 * And crushed the power of fierce M'Kein;

And he who blessed her reeldng blade,
 * May rend the links of Erin's chain.

Oh for the ann of Priam's son!
 * Oh for a Hector's patriot ire!

To wave the Gael to glory on,
 * To wake their hearts to freedom's fire.

Or would the eternal to our aid
 * Vouchsafe a Moses' guiding hand,

To liberty our steps to lead.
 * And marshal Criffan's warrior band.

Dread sov'reign hear, oh hear our cries!
 * The land thou gav'st—this bright domain

Is ours—those shining walls that rise,
 * When shall they be our home again?

Or wilt thou in thy wrath fulfil,
 * The fate O'Cuin's pure prophet spoke;

When through the shades of coming ill,
 * Columba saw the stranger's yoke?