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Maytuire her wakening might arrayed,
And crushed the power of fierce M'Kein;
And he who blessed her reeldng blade,
May rend the links of Erin's chain.
Oh for the ann of Priam's son!
Oh for a Hector's patriot ire!
To wave the Gael to glory on,
To wake their hearts to freedom's fire.
Or would the eternal to our aid
Vouchsafe a Moses' guiding hand,
To liberty our steps to lead.
And marshal Criffan's warrior band.
Dread sov'reign hear, oh hear our cries!
The land thou gav'st—this bright domain
Is ours—those shining walls that rise,
When shall they be our home again?
Or wilt thou in thy wrath fulfil,
The fate O'Cuin's pure prophet spoke;
When through the shades of coming ill,
Columba saw the stranger's yoke?
