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 * Yet when Charles shall come,
 * At the beat of his drum

No Williamite more shall a man be!
 * When the Stuarts draw nigh,
 * The long pampered shall fly,

And Erin be lightened of Shane Bui!

Gadelians my boys! shall then rule o'er the land,
 * And the churls shall be slaves as you now are;

Our armies will thrive under native command.
 * And our cities exult in their power.
 * The mass shall be sung,
 * And the bells shall be rung,
 * And bards to each Tanist and Clan be;
 * Fear and shame shall unite
 * To drive from our sight
 * Our heaven-cursed oppressors, and—Shane Bui!