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[1891ÔÇô1917]

Soldier and singer of Erin,
What may I fashion for thee?
What garland of words or of flowers?
Singer of sunlight and showers
The wind on the lea;

Of clouds, and the houses of Erin,
Wee cabins, white on the plain,
And bright with the colors of even,
Beauty of earth and of heaven
Outspread beyond Slane!

Slane, where the Easter of Patrick
Flamed on the night of the Gael,
Guard both the honor and story
Of him who has died for the glory
That crowns Inisfail.

Soldier of right and of freedom,
I offer thee song and not tears.
With Brian, and Red Hugh O'Donnell,
The Chiefs of Tyrone and Tyrconnell,
Live on through the years!
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