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Rh In the sacred cause of freedom you have seen your people band, And they looked to you for sympathy: you never stirred a hand; But you stood upon the altar, with their blood within your veins. And you bade the pale-faced people to be patient in their chains! Ah, you told them—it was cruel—but you said they were not true To the holy faith of Patrick, if they wore not ruled by you; Yes, you told them from the altar—they, the vanguard of the Faith— With your eyes like flint against them—that their banding was a death— Was a death to something holy: till the heart-wrung people cried That their priests had turned against them—that they had no more a guide— That the English gold had bought you—yes, they said it—but they lied!