Michael Dwyer
| Peadar Kearney |
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| Have you heard of Michael Dwyer, And his mountain men? Runs your blood like molten fire, When you hear again How he dashed like mountain torrent, On his country�s bitter foes, Like a thundering tearing torrent Upon the craven yeos? Here�s a chorus, chant it loudly On the still night air, As the war-shout rises loudly, Above the trumpet�s blare, Chant it, peal it, til it echoes Over every hill and glen, Here�s to gallant Michael Dwyer, And his mountain men! When the star of freedom vanished And our flag went down, And the nation�s hope was banished, From each vale and town, Borne intact through blood and fire Ireland�s banner waved again, Held aloft by Michael Dwyer And his mountain men. Still the nation�s hopes are burning As they burned of yore, And the young and strong are yearning For the battle�s roar, But that blessed star of liberty Shall never blaze again, Till we strike like Michael Dwyer And his mountain men! This page has been viewed 1324 times |
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