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Stephen Dunford: The Journey of The IrIsh
And oh, it were a gallant deed
To show before mankind
How every race and every creed Might be by love combined
Might be combined, yet not forget The fountains whence they rose As filled by many a rivulet
The Shannon river flows
We do not hate, we never cursed Nor spoke a foeman’s word Against a man in Ireland raised Howe’er we thought he erred So start not, Irish born man
If you’re to Ireland true
We heed not race, nor creed, nor clan We’ve hearts and hands for you.
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