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They
curse me and send me to die on the scaffold,
To silence with lie a holy intent;
But ne'er a rebel so brave or so bold
To his fate this day his footsteps bent.
Our foes say that we are traitors for fighting,
For our own land instead of theirs;
That it is better to be uniting
Small faraway nations and resolving their cares.
We are no traitors, who would free our land
From toil and from suggering,the foe's heavy hand;
We'll see Ireland once more raised in might,
And drive out the foemen, undefeated we fight.
I weep now, as to die I am going-
But not from heartless coward's fear;
I weep from sorrow and the knowing
Of the brave men who've died and will die here.
Comrades, o comrades, please take the Sword-
Raise it in triumph and Liberty's cause;
Fight on, that I may know while the cord
Chills my bones, we'll fight on fore'er and not pause.
Sisters and brothers, you soon shall discover
The Sword is your freedom, the source of your laws;
Pursue revolution, though it's no solution-
For without constant change, comes exploitable flaws.
Live on, o Erin, in strength and in beauty-
Look on our men who fight to be free;
Strong men and right who know their duty-
Protect and defend their liberty.
copyright 1966
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