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 Mitchel or Meagher! Ah, hear the dear names falling On no deaf ears, we welcome to you calling, “O dead long gone, O dead of recent slaying, From your chill hands we take the banner, praying.”

Where this dear land forbids us to forsake her, Join with the one sweet voice to the same Maker, “Our hate is one, our love is one the other, Lead on! or follow, O my Irish brother.”