Rebel Heart
| Francis A Fahy |
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| From rebel veins my life I drew, In rebel arms I lay, From rebel lips the lessons drew That led me day by day. And, rocked to rest on rebel breast And nursed on rebel knee, There woke and grew for weal or rue A rebel heart in me. A rebel heart, a rebel heart, From taint of thralldom free, God strengthen still through good or ill The rebel heart in me. My home was where the Moher heights Rise rugged o�er the wave, And nature�s sounds and nature�s sights Forbade me live a slave. The breakers on the crags that crashed Loud thundered �Liberty!� And at the cry throbbed fast and high The rebel heart in me. I read my country�s chequered page; I sang her deathless songs; I wept her woes from age to age, And burned to right her wrongs, And when I saw to British law She never bent the knee, O prouder yet for Ireland beat The rebel heart in me. I found my brothers scattered wide Still faithful to their own; I found the tyrant in his pride A knave upon a throne. God ne�er designed a soulless hind Should Lord of Ireland be And strove in vain to break her chain The rebel heart in me. I�ve wandered east, I�ve wandered west, Mid scenes and faces strange, And passing years have in my breast Worked many a wondrous change, One hope of old still firm I hold And cold in death I�ll be E�er sinks or quails or shrinks or fails The rebel heart in me! This page has been viewed 1415 times |
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