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76 True Irish both, in heart and name—

One lot, or dark, or bright before us?

A thousand links about us wound

To peace and mutual kindness urge us;

The very seas that gird us round

Speak in their sleepless surges.

IV.

Remember glorious eighty-two,

And wakening freedom's voice of thunder;

That spirit first was roused by ,

Which burst at length my bonds asunder.

How bright, though brief, the halo then

That o'er our common country lighted!

Alas! the spoiler came again—

He came, and found us disunited.

V.

Our annals stained with blood and tears

Still preach this warning, this example,

The wicked feuds of bygone years

At once beneath our feet to trample.

To have but one distinction known,

One line from henceforth drawn among us,

The line of false and true alone,

Of those who love and those who wrong us.

VI.

Unite with me, then, brother mine,

Oppressor and oppressed no longer,

A bond of peace we'll round us twine

Than all the Saxon's fetters stronger.

Be Ireland's good our common creed,

Her sacred cause alone enlist us;

With gallant hearts and God to speed

What power on earth will dare resist us?

THE END.