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there no bond of blood to you, my brother? We two have called her ours, the ancient Mother, And here we hope to rest from Life's temptation Building of souls our patriotic Nation.

Can we not stand amongst the purple heather To find that God we both revere together? Beneath this sky can come no bigot preaching To fling our lofty dreams to lowly teaching.

William or James, need we still hate each other For their dead sakes, my Irish-hearted brother? Can we not pray without fear of dissension “God save our land” with but the same intention?