School: Kilrane (roll number 16605)
- Location:
- Tagoat, Co. Wexford
- Teacher: Séamus Ó Broin
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“Song written by Walter Mc Cormack about eighty years ago...”
(continued from previous page)Here you embrace the light of Faith
To a vice you ne'er did stray
Or what fair name did you refrain
In wild America
Cruel Britan's laws they are the cause
That we must go away
Here fruit of our hard labour
Defraud us every day
To leave our friends and slavery
Tithes and taxes pay
Before we'ed be bound to these bloodhounds
We'ed cross the raging sea.
From Luthers seed sprang these ill weeds
That feed on our sweet corn
If we'ed complain your blood would drain
To threaten us with scorn
Our clergy flock through shad and knock
Afraid their prayers to say
Till the hand of God send forth the rod
And clear for them the way
Let your countrys pride be still your guide
These weeds will soon decay
Those tyrants we will clog and squeeze(continues on next page)