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Bold Robert Emmet

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The struggle is over, the boys are defeated, Old Ireland�s surrounded with sadness and gloom, We were defeated and shamefully treated, And I Robert Emmet awaiting my doom. Hung, drawn and quartered, sure that was my sentence, But soon I will show them no coward am I. My crime is the love of the land I was born in, A hero I lived and a hero I�ll die. Bold Robert Emmet, the darling of Ireland, Bold Robert Emmet will die with a smile, Farewell companions both loyal and daring, I�ll lay down my life for the Emerald Isle. The barque lay at anchor awaiting to bring me Over the billows to the land of the free; But I must see my sweetheart for I know she will cheer me, And wish her I will sail far over the sea. But I was arrested and cast into prison, Tried as a traitor, a rebel, a spy; But no man can call me a knave or a coward A hero I lived and a hero I�ll die. Hark! the bell�s tolling, I well know its meaning, My poor heart tells me it is my death knell; In come the clergy, the warder is leading, I have no friends here to bid me farewell. Goodbye, old Ireland, my parents and sweetheart Companions in arms to forget you must try; I am proud of the honour, it was only my duty- A hero I lived and a hero I�ll die. This page has been viewed 1804 times This material might be copyrighted.

The struggle is over, the boys are defeated,
Old Ireland�s surrounded with sadness and gloom,
We were defeated and shamefully treated,
And I Robert Emmet awaiting my doom.
Hung, drawn and quartered, sure that was my sentence,
But soon I will show them no coward am I.
My crime is the love of the land I was born in,
A hero I lived and a hero I�ll die.

Bold Robert Emmet, the darling of Ireland,
Bold Robert Emmet will die with a smile,
Farewell companions both loyal and daring,
I�ll lay down my life for the Emerald Isle.

The barque lay at anchor awaiting to bring me
Over the billows to the land of the free;
But I must see my sweetheart for I know she will cheer me,
And wish her I will sail far over the sea.
But I was arrested and cast into prison,
Tried as a traitor, a rebel, a spy;
But no man can call me a knave or a coward
A hero I lived and a hero I�ll die.

Hark! the bell�s tolling, I well know its meaning,
My poor heart tells me it is my death knell;
In come the clergy, the warder is leading,
I have no friends here to bid me farewell.
Goodbye, old Ireland, my parents and sweetheart
Companions in arms to forget you must try;
I am proud of the honour, it was only my duty-
A hero I lived and a hero I�ll die.

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