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4 III.

When Grattan rose, none dar'd oppose

The claim he made for freedom;

They knew our swords, to back his words,

Were ready did he need them.

IV.

Then let us raise, to Grattan's praise,

A proud and joyous anthem;

And wealth, and grace, and length of days,

May God, in mercy grant him!

V.

Bless Harry Flood, who nobly stood

By us, through gloomy years,

Bless Charlemont, the brave and good,

The chief of the Volunteers.

VI.

The North began; the North held on

The strife for native land;

Till Ireland rose, and cow'd her foes—

God bless the Northern land!

VII.

And bless the men of patriot pen—

Swift Molyneux, and Lucas;

Bless sword and gun, which "Free Trade" won—

Bless God! who ne'er forsook us!

VIII.

And long may last, the friendship fast,

Which binds us all together;

While we agree, our foes shall flee

Like clouds in stormy weather.

IX.

Remember still, through good and ill,

How vain were prayers and tears—

How vain were words, till flashed the swords

Of the Irish Volunteers.