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Let me Carry your Cross
for Ireland, Lord
Let me Carry your
Cross for Ireland, Lord
The hour of her trial draws near,
And the pangs and the pains of the sacrifice
May be borne by comrades dear.
But, Lord, take me
from the offering throng,
There are many far less prepared,
Through anxious and all as they are to die
That Ireland may be spared.
Let me carry your
Cross for Ireland, Lord
My cares in this world are few.
And few are the tears will for me fall
When I go on my way to You.
Spare. Oh! Spare
to their loved ones dear
The brother and son and sire.
That the cause we love may never die
In the land of our Heart's desire!
Let me carry your
Cross for Ireland, Lord!
Let me suffer the pain and shame
I bow my head to their rage and hate,
And I take on myself the blame.
Let them do with
my body whate'er they will,
My spirit I offer to You.
That the faithful few who heard her call
May be spared to Roisin Dubh.
Let me carry your
Cross for Ireland, Lord!
For Ireland weak with tears,
For the aged man of the clouded brow,
And the child of tender years;
For the empty
homes of her golden plains;
For the hopes of her future, too!
Let me carry your Cross for Ireland, Lord!
for the cause of Roisin Dubh.
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Marbhna Thomáis Ághais
I
gCinn Aird iathghlas ar fhaobhar na taoide
Tá tinteán néata faoi dhubhnéal bróin
Faoin ngárlach rua cas ná fillfidh choíche
Ó d'fhág le haoibh é ar bhuí lá Fomhair
Bhí Tomás Ághas geal glan sé ar airde
Bánchnis shíodúil 's croí mar leon
Ba chaite snoíte a chaolchorp sínte
Faoi bhrat na saoirse ár laoch go deo
I gCath Ashbourne ar theorainn Mí suas
I mBearna an Bhaoil sheas an tÁghasach óg
Gur le neart a ghéaga is cabhair a dhíorma
Do bhuaigh glan díreach ar bhuíon níb' mhó
Ó bhuillí tréana ná feall dá ghéire
Nior chúl ár laoch geal riamh aon ló
Ach ar fud na tíre ag adhaint na saoirse
Níor staon dá dhícheall gur gabhadh faoi dhó
Ba thréan a mhóidigh aon bhia ná tógfadh
I ngéibhinn fuar glas aon deoch níor ól
'S gur le fórsa píob a rinneadh díoltas
Ó 'Dhia! is a shaoirse! faraor go deo!
Ár gceannairí tréana ag Gaill dá sléachta
Ag dó san aol geal tar éis an áir
'S ar ghaotha an Gheimhridh cois faobhar na taoide
Tá monuar caointe ar thráigh Chinn Aird.
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