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 But some in flames of battle strove their slender weight to throw Against the bayonet and the gun that hid thy only foe; They left for thee their earthly loves, these heroes of thy race, And died, as all must die, Kathleen, who once have seen thy face.

So must thy grief be ever new who holds a love like this, That thrusts away a dear one's heart, a little child's soft kiss, That leaves behind an honoured home, a Mother's fond embrace, Till others seek again, Kathleen, to see thy hidden face.