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Erin Go Bragh
I'll tell you a story of a row
in the town,
When the green flag went up
and the Crown rag came down,
'Twas the neatest and sweetest
thing ever you saw,
And they played the best games
played in Erin Go Bragh.
One of our comrades was down
at Ring's end,
For the honor of Ireland to
hold and defend,
He had no veteran soldiers but
volunteers raw,
Playing sweet Mauser music for
Erin Go Bragh.
Now here's to Pat Pearse and
our comrades who died
Tom Clark, MacDonagh,
MacDiarmada, McBryde,
And here's to James Connolly
who gave one hurrah,
And placed the machine guns
for Erin Go Bragh.
One brave English captain was
ranting that day,
Saying, "Give me one hour and
I'll blow you away,"
But a big Mauser bullet got
stuck in his craw,
And he died of lead poisoning
in Erin Go Bragh.
Old Ceannt and his comrades
like lions at bay,
From the South Dublin Union
poured death and dismay,
And what was their horror when
the Englishmen saw
All the dead khaki soldiers in
Erin Go Bragh.
Now here's to old Dublin, and
here's her renown,
In the long generation her
fame will go down,
And our children will tell how
their forefathers saw,
The red blaze of freedom in
Erin Go Braugh.
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