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 Yea, we have gone with joyous hearts to follow Men of your thought by mountain, hill and hollow, Died for them, lived again, loved down the ages To bless them yet upon historic pages.

Emmet and Tone! Ah, half our pride uprooted, We were but dead if we such names refuted, Our well-beloved, dear brothers of our Sireland, We call with them “For God and Holy Ireland.”

And do we mourn our Owen Roe less sadly, Or hold Lord Edward's claim more loved or gladly, Because of “popish” ways of Owen's praying, Or Edward went to other altars straying?

Do we forget or could our fond faith slacken A patriot's glow in owning Joy MacCracken, Who Belfast-born has helped the island's story And shed from Antrim's hills a sunrise glory. Rh