JACOBITE RELICS.
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Yet when Charles shall come,
At the beat of his drum
No Williamite more shall a man be!
When the Stuarts draw nigh,
The long pampered shall fly,
And Erin be lightened of Shane Bui!
Gadelians my boys! shall then rule o'er the land,
And the churls shall be slaves as you now are;
Our armies will thrive under native command.
And our cities exult in their power.
The mass shall be sung,
And the bells shall be rung,
And bards to each Tanist and Clan be;
Fear and shame shall unite
To drive from our sight
Our heaven-cursed oppressors, and—Shane Bui!
