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 Rh Rude jargon our sweet native language supplanting;
 * Mute, mute, shall the harp's thrilling strain be;

Till Charles, with his flag on the ocean breeze flaunting,
 * Shall humble the power of Shane Bui.

Oh sad is my heart, that for exile and danger.
 * Our generous prince should have left us;

But Banba's wild curse shall alight on the stranger,
 * Whose perfidy thus hath bereft us:

Dread Avenger Supreme! hear my soul's supplication!
 * Swift, swift, let his course o'er the main be!

Our Charles shall bind up the deep wounds of the nation.
 * And Erin exult over Shane Bui.