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On the height of Lisgreny$1$ cried Daniel O'More,$2$
 * "Oh, Erin! dear maiden, how long shall it be.

Ere thy bridesman in triumph will come to thy shore?—
 * But ruin has fallen on thy warriors—and thee!

Yet the torch, that must kindle a world in thy cause,
 * May haply the zeal of our cannons inspire,

Against those who would trample thy freedom and laws,
 * And flout at the wedding of Sheela na Guire.