This set of lyrics have been attributed to Maria Giddons who was a nun. Probaly the same nun referred to by Kitty O'Doherty above. But it is a different set of lyrics to the ones posted by Jim Dixon.

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Who fears to speak of Easter Week
(Maria Giddons)

Who fears to speak of Easter Week?
Who blushes at the name?
When cowards mock the patriots fate,
Who hangs his head for shame?
He's all a knave, or half a slave
Who slights his country thus.
But a true man, like you, man,
Will fill your glass with us.

Some on shores of distant lands
Their weary hearts have laid.
And by the stranger's heedless hands
Their lonely graves were made:
But, though their clay be far away
Beyond the Atlantic foam -
In true men like you, men,
Their spirit's still at home.

The dust of some is Irish earth:
Among their own they rest:
And the same land that gave them birth
Has caught them to her breast:
And we will pray that from their clay
Full many a race may start
Of true man, like you, men
To act as brave a part.

They rose in dark and evil days
To right their native land
They kindled here a living blaze
That nothing shall withstand
Alas! That Might can vanquish Right -
They fell and passed away:
But true man, like you, men
Are plenty here today.