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THE SIEGE OF LIMERICK.
I
By William led, the English sped,With musket, sword, and cannon,
To sweep us all from Limerick's wall,
And drown us in the Shannon;
But we bethought how well they fought,
Our fathers there before us;
We raised on high our charging cry,
And flung our green flag o'er us l
II
For days on days their cannon's blazeFlashed by the blood-stained water;—
The breach is done, and up they run,
Five hundred to the slaughter;
They crossed the breach beyond our reach—
New foes fresh work supplied us—
Our women brave, their homes to save,
Soon slew them all inside us!
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III
Though through the smoke their army broke,With cannons booming solemn,
We would not flinch, but inch for inch
Opposed each bristling column;
Three times we dashed them back, and smashed
Their lines with shot and sabre,
And nought had they at close of day
But thinned ranks for their labour.
IV
With angry word then said their lord,“Our foes are better, braver!”
Then fled he straight from Limerick's gate,
For he could not enslave her;
Then raised we high our triumph cry,
Where battle's chances found us,
With corse, and gun, and rent flags strewn,
And blood and ruin round us!
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