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1. Oh Blame Not the Men

   

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   I
   Oh! blame not the men who for liberty perished
   The fearless in heart who devotedly bled:
   Long, long shall their memory through Erin be cherisd [?]
   Long, long shall we mount o'er the shrines of the dead
   They are gone, but around them a light is still burning
   Like a sentinel star o'er young Libertys sleep.
   And when from their tombs the bold peasants returning
   His vows rise for freedom, low, noiselss, but deep.
   II
   In rain did the cold-hearted Saxon endeavour.
   To darken those deeds on our history's page
   For age's of bondage and suffering shall never
   Erase one lov'd name from that chivalrous age
   No, as well might they stem the pure felling still gushing
   O'er hearts and o'er harp strings, by mountains and sea
   As restrain that high patriot spirit thats rushing
   In might ever millions resolued to be free
   III
   They failed where great Washington purchased his glory
   Free Libertys light shall emblazon each name
   Long. long shall we chant to the wild strain undying
   The deed's of the dauntless, the bold, and the free
   Who unto the last the fell Saxon defying
   Where, true, on the scaffold, dear Erin, to Thee
   But their niotires there fellings their lives were the same

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Joseph Corish

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Ballycullane, Co. Wexford

   Informant

   Martin Walsh

   Gender

   Male