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 Rh Oh gleam but your swords on the goats to advance! Bid our Charles in the front his position to take,
 * And at liberty's glance,
 * A wide host from their trance,

Over bright Sliev-na-mon and Knock-Greny will wake.$2$

Oh fly to our shores, and should weapons be wanted, Our hands in the blood of the despot we'll dye; They'll come from Kildare, and from Dingle undaunted. For Conaught with Ulster in Glory will vie: Every spot of the land burning spirits will send. And oh, when regenerate they leap from the chain,
 * What shield may defend
 * Those who taught them to bend.

When with Una her Donald's united again.$3$

The clan of O'Neill with the sword redly gleaming,$4$ Will come with Mac Carthy the prince of the Gael— And O'Sullivan's banner from Bear-haven streaming— Mac Mahon our strong one, that never could fail— On Mac Morogh of Leinster the scourge shall be laid; Blarney's lord his disgrace with Mac Awliffe will share—
 * When her ranks are arrayed.
 * With the pole and the blade,

Then shall Sabia$5$ rejoice and her tyrants despair.