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 Rh The bards shall exult, and the harp string shall tremble,
 * And love and devotion be poured in the strain;

Ere "Samhain"$5$ our chiefs shall in Temor assemble—
 * The "Lion" protect our own pastors again:

The Gael shall redeem every shrine's desecration;
 * In song shall exhale our warm hearts adoration;

Confusion shall light on the foes usurpation.
 * And Erin shine out yet triumphant and free.

The secrets of destiny now are before you—
 * Away! to each heart the proud tidings to tell,

Your Charles is at hand, let the green flag spread o'er you!
 * The treaty they broke$6$ your deep vengeance shall swell:

The hour is arrived, and in loyalty blending,
 * Surround him! sustain! shall the gorged goat$7$ descending

Deter you, your own sacred monarch defending—
 * Rush on like a tempest, and scatter the foe!