Next it'll be "The Rising of the Moon".
Always a Cause, innit, Conway?
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> I just mailed a copy of this to my Irish friends in South Boston.
> Thank you very much.
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> "Whack all imperialists" <seamusot@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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>> His great-coat and his sash of green were clean and stainless then
>> A banner flashed beneath the sun, unto the marching men
>> His coat has many a rent this noon, his sash is torn away
>> And young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today
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>> Oh see the host of fleet foot men who sped with faces wan
>> From farmstead and from fisher's cot along the banks of Bann
>> They come with vengeance in their eyes too late too late are they
>> For young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today
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>> When last he stepped up that street , his ****ning pike in hand
>> Behind him marched a grim array, a stalwart and earnest band
>> For Antrim town! For Antrim Town! He led them to the fray
>> And young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today
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>> Up the narrow streets he steps, smiling proud and young
>> About the hemp rope on his neck the golden ringlets clung
>> There was never a tear in his blue eyes, both sad and bright are they
>> For young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today
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>> Oh Ireland, mother Ireland, you love them still the best
>> Those fearless men who fighting fall upon your hapless breast
>> There was never a one of all your dead more bravely fell in fray
>> Then he who marches to his fate on the bridge of Toome today
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>> Because he loved his Motherland, because he loved the green
>> He goes to meet a martyr's fate with proud and joyous gleam
>> True to the last true to the last he treads the upward way
>> And young Roddy McCorley goes to die on the bridge of Toome today
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