Volume: CBÉ 0221
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- I am Michael Dwyer, Wicklow's insurgent
chief
And Ireland free from foreign soils
Shall e'er be my belief.
When a youth I read the sturdy tales
of Fiac Mac Hugh's bold clan
That brave O Toole whose want was
e'er to lead a battles' van
God! how I'd wish to see once more
the green flag waving high.
And armed men underneath it's folds
prepared to do or die.
Or wish in vain a day then came
like bloody ninety eight
When warlike men with vengeance
steel, their homes made desolate.
I joined the insurgent army and
marched to Oulart hill
I lead the Wicklow pikemen through
many a bloody fray.
And never men in battle stand
boasts braver men than they
In every fight I played my part(continues on next page)