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1. My Old Finian Gun (continued)

   

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   V
   I placed it o'er the fire once more
   I heard my father sigh
   I knew his thought were turning back
   to days now long gone by.
   And then I swore a solemn oath
   I'd be my father's son
   And if Eire ever needs my aid
   I'll hold a Finian gun.
   VI
   That's years ago I've grown to be a man
   And weathered many a gale.
   The last twelve months were spent inside a gloomy English jail.
   I've done my part, I'll do it still
   Until the fight is won
   When Ireland free shall bless the men
   Who held the finian gun

   

   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

   Date

   1 May 1936

   Item type

   Lore

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

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   • Nioclás Ó Néill