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THE MESSAGE Our message send again Pealing thro hill and glen, Freedom from dread of want, >From hunger,lean and gaunt >From all the ills that daunt And keep us in thrall, Up on the mountain side Far oer the ocean tide Circling the world wide That message is borne Bringing to those whose hearts Are neeth the strings and darts Bondage to man imparts Hope of Freedoms morn. Morning when all shall rise And face, with gladdened eyes, The truth what Freedom lies In Labours arms alone Labour, which makes to bloom Mountain steppe and desert gloom Yet finds this life a tomb And each hour a moan Moaning for manhood lost For noble purposes crossed For hoes and bright dreams tossed In that yawning grave Where wealth the tyrant stands Grasping with greedy hands And binding in iron bands The life of its slave That message send again Peeling thro hill and glen, Freedom for working men Is freedom for all Freedom from dread of want >From hunger lean and gaunt >From all the ills that daunt And keep us in thrall (air-Sean O Duibir an Gleanna) From Songs of Freedom, Connolly, 1907 @Irish @union @labor filename[ MESSAGE CB apr00  8note Sheet |
Sea/n O/ Duibhir an Gleanna (Tune 1 3/4 time with the odd bar of 4/4 stuck in!!) |