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you, For Ireland's freedom we fight or die." He led us on 'gainst the coming soldiers, The cowardly Yeomen we put to flight; 'Twas at the Harrow the boys
you, For Ireland's freedom we fight or die." He led us on 'gainst the coming soldiers, The cowardly Yeomen we put to flight; 'Twas at the Harrow the boys
Bitched our local Yeomen. Through the new democracy May pain the old Aristocarcy We've not winced nor cried aloud, Under the bludgeonings of chance what
Bitched our local Yeomen. Through the new democracy May pain the old Aristocarcy We've not winced nor cried aloud, Under the bludgeonings of chance what
Bitched our local Yeomen. Through the new democracy May pain the old Aristocarcy We've not winced nor cried aloud, Under the bludgeonings of chance what
Bitched our local Yeomen. Through the new democracy May pain the old Aristocarcy We've not winced nor cried aloud, Under the bludgeonings of chance what
Bitched our local Yeomen. Through the new democracy May pain the old Aristocarcy We've not winced nor cried aloud, Under the bludgeonings of chance what
Bitched our local Yeomen. Through the new democracy May pain the old Aristocarcy We've not winced nor cried aloud, Under the bludgeonings of chance what
fight or die' He led us on 'gainst the coming soldier, the cowardly yeomen we put to flight It was at the Harrow the boys of Wexford showed Bookies'
blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That
blood, And teach them how to war. And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That
Saxon spearmen, Saxon bowmen Be they knights or hinds or yeomen They shall bite the ground Loose the folds asunder Flag we conquer under Placid skies
In Greenwood, studded with crab and perry Out of tempest mind tumbled Caliban So say yeomen of sixteenth century Bring thee where the crabs grow,
Ireland's freedom we fight or die." He led us on against the coming soldiers, And the cowardly Yeomen we put to flight; 'Twas at the Harrow the boys
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