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THE LAND WHERE THE SHAMROCK GROWS (2) There’s a beautiful land that is dear to my heart, an emerald set in the sea And Oh, with the last drop of blood would I part, to see that green island set f ree ‘Tis the spot that Dame Nature is pleased to adorn and where water like bright c rystal flows ‘Tis the land where O’Connell and Emmett were born, the land where the shamrock grows How long will it be, dear land of my birth, ere the chains of the tyrant shall f all And peace, like sunlight that shines on your earth, bring joy and contentment to all? How long will your flag, with its harp and its green, hang low ’neath the thistl e and rose? How long till oppression no longer is seen in the land where the shamrock grows? Oh Erin acushla, though crushed as thou art, by the heel of a despot in power Fear not - there are thousands of brave willing hearts who await but the time an d the hour To strike in defence of their dear native land and drive from thy green fields t he foe Who dared for centuries past to command, in the land where the shamrock grows Harding's Dublin Songster (c. 1850) @Irish @nostalgia @war @rebel filename[ SHAMGRO2 MR |
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