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Stephen Dunford: The Journey of The IrIsh
And tumbling on the boist’rous wave The shatter’d vessels lie;
The billows mounting o’er their heads, To kiss the bending sky.
“Arise, ye sons of Erin, rise,
The Gaul is on the shore;
He comes begrim’d with murder foul, And red with royal gore.”
The sons of Themis proudly drew The sword of Justice bright,
And thirty thousand yeoman’s swords Reflected back its light.
Now firm and bold ger hardy troops To Erin’s coast repair;
With ardent zeal they march along, Their banners fill the air.
But not to Albion’s navy bold, Nor Erin’s patriot land,
Did Heav’n its ministry deoute To save its favour’d land.
In Bantry’s bold and rocky bay The hostile navy rode;
And now the festal time arriv’d When earth beheld her God.
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