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IV. THE CLARION'S CALL
The clarion's crying! the drum's replying;
From cliff to cave the beacons wave
Their fiery fingers, now he who lingers
Is but a slave—a crouching slave!
From cliff to cave the beacons wave
Their fiery fingers, now he who lingers
Is but a slave—a crouching slave!
Adieu! adieu! my Roseen Dhu,
Adieu! adieu! adieu! adieu!
“O draw your rein,” she cried again
“O! let me bide with you!
Let me ride with you!”
Adieu! adieu! adieu! adieu!
“O draw your rein,” she cried again
“O! let me bide with you!
Let me ride with you!”
So together, by hills of heather
And moorland brown, we thundered down,
With glancing steel and dancing feather,
To Limerick town, to Limerick town.
And moorland brown, we thundered down,
With glancing steel and dancing feather,
To Limerick town, to Limerick town.
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Now o'er the Shannon,
With roaring cannon
And roll of drums, our foeman comes;
His carbines rattle!
O, God of battle,
Our cause defend unto the end!
With roaring cannon
And roll of drums, our foeman comes;
His carbines rattle!
O, God of battle,
Our cause defend unto the end!
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