Ireland

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God Bless our Irish Girls

God bless our noble Irish girls,
    God bless them all to-day ;
We'll send the prayer far o'er the land,
    For other lips to say ;
For when the tyrants hand was laid
    Upon the true and brave,
In the tender pride of womanhood
    They rose to help and save.

                            CHORUS.

        Then here's our dear old Irish girls,
            Here's to our maiden band,
        Who yet are scen to wear the green,
            In the cause of the dear old land

What time a foeman's hireling crew
    Surrounded Limerick's wall,
The maids of Limerick bravely stood,
    To answer manhoods call.
The spirit not departed yet
    With the faithful who have died,
For freedom's cause our own dear hearts
    Still muster by our side.

And walking in the funeral throng,
    Which told a nations woe,
Ye showed the spirit changeless yet,
    Of the days of long ago.
The rain might fail, the wild wind sweep,
    O'er bridge and street and square,
But firm as soldiers in the ranks
    So pressed ye onward there.

Oh, may the starry eyes which looked
    On mourning Freedom's sign,
Yet flash their glorious light upon
    A nations martialed line.
And may the prayer which maiden lips
    Have sent to God above
Hear to our stricken motherland
    The golden crown of love.