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my time my kindred were As felons in their land, Because they claimed the liberty That freemen understand.

Ere I was born in Dublin town Men's hearts were still aflame; They spoke of Allen and O'Brien, And whispered Larkin's name.

When I slept on my mother's breast, A little babe, and frail, Young Duffy's hearse went slowly by: He died in Milbank Jail.

When I could read, I spelt and knew The lives of patriot men; When I could write, my pencil traced— “A Nation Once Again.”