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The struggle is over, the boys are defeated |
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Old Ireland's surrounded with sadness and gloom |
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We were defeated and shamefuIIy treated |
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And I, Robert Emmet, awaiting my doom |
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Hung, drawn and quartered, sure that was my sentence |
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But soon I will show them no coward am I |
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My crime is the love of the land I was born in |
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A hero I lived and a hero I'll die |
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Bold Robert Emmet, the darling of Ireland |
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Bold Robert Emmet will die with a smile |
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Farewell companions both loyal and daring |
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I'll lay down my life for the Emerald Isle |
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The barque lay at anchor awaiting to bring me |
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Over the billows to the land of the free |
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But I must see my sweetheart for I know she will cheer me |
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And with her I will sail far over the sea |
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But I was arrested and cast into prison |
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Tried as a traitor, a rebel, a spy |
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But no man can call me a knave or a coward |
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A hero I lived and a hero I'll die |
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Hark! I the bell's tolling, I well know its meaning |
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My poor heart tells me it is my death knell |
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In come the clergy, the warder is leading |
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I have no friends here to bid me farewell |
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Goodbye, old Ireland, my parents and sweetheart |
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Companions in arms to forget you must try |
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I am proud of the honour, it was only my duty |
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A hero I lived and a hero I'll die |
