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12 Saxon wiles or Saxon powers

Can enslave our land no longer,

Than your own dissensions wrong her:

Be ye one in might and mind—

Quit the mire where Cravens wallow—

And your foes shall flee like wind

From your fearless  

III.

Thus the mighty Multitude

Speak in accents hoarse with sorrow—

"We are fallen, but unsubdued;

"Show us whence we Hope may borrow,

"And we'll fight your fight to-morrow.

"Be but cautious, true, and brave,

"Where ye lead us we will follow;

"Hill and valley, rock and wave,

"Shall echo back our  

IV.

Fling our Sun-burst to the wind,

Studded o'er with names of glory;

Worth, and wit, and might, and mind,

Poet young, and Patriot hoary,

Long shall make it shine in story.

Close your ranks—the moment's come—

NOW, ye men of Ireland follow:

Friends of Freedom, charge them home—

Foes of freedom,