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16 Unrol the sunburst! who'll defend Old Erin's banner is a friend— One foe is ours—oh! blend, boys, blend, Hands together—hearts together!

Stand together, brothers all! Wait together, watch together! See, America and Gaul Look on together, both together! Keen impatience in each eye— Yet on "ourselves" do we rely— "Ourselves alone" our rallying cry! And "stand together, strike together!"

I.

Oh, dear, these are shocking bad times, Sir Robert has bothered us quite; Tipperary is teeming with crimes—don't we hear of an outrage each night? But the reason is known very well to each squire from Dublin to Scariff, They are caused by that arch imp of hell, Sir Bob, and his damnable tariff, Faith, so are these shocking bad times.

II.

Time was when a stone of good wheat would fetch us a half-crown, or more; Oh, 'tis then that our labours were sweet—we had ating and drinking galore; But now we can't get thirteen pence for the self same identical corn, Though we strain every sinew, and hence we are left sick at heart and forlorn, To rail at these shocking bad times.