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I. The hour is past to fawn or crouch As suppliants for our right; Let word and deed unshrinking vouch The banded millions' might; Let them who scorned the fountain rill, Now dread the torrent's roar, And hear our echoed chorus still, We're Paddies evermore.

II.

What, though they menace, suffering men Their threats and them despise; Or promise justice once again, We know their words are lies; We stand resolved those rights to claim They robbed us of before, Our own dear nation and our name, As Paddies, and no more.

III.

Look round—the Frenchman governs France, The Spaniard rules in Spain, The gallant Pole but waits his chance To break the Russian chain; The strife for freedom here begun We never will give o'er, Nor own a land on earth but one— We're Paddies and no more.

IV.

That strong and single love to crush, The despot ever tried,