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         The Kerry Eagle.

You sons of Hibernia now listen awhile to my
song,
And when that you hear it you won't say its
wrong,
It's of a bold Eagle his age was three score,
He was the pride of the tribe and the flower of
Erin's shore

From the green hills of Kerry my Eagle took
wing,
With talent so rare and clear he began for to
sing,
The people admired and delighted in his charm-
ing air,
Bo soon they elected him a member for Clare.

It was straight off to London my Eagle took
flight o'er the main,
His voice reached America, France, and thro'
Spain,
But the blacok-feathered tribe they thought for
to bribe his note,
But he would not sing a tune to that infernal
oath.

In the Parliament House my Eagle first took his
seat,
At the first flowing tide, quite wide he opened
the gate,
That long was kept closed against those who
professed Popery,
But my Eagle brave Dan, led the victory to sweet
liberty.

Back to Granualle he set sail like a cloud thro'
the smoke,
And told her that one of her long-galling fetters
was broke,
Then for Emancipation they all stood up to a
man,
And my Eagle in triumph united the whole Irish
land

The boys of Roscommon, Tipperary, West-
meath and Mayo,
Sweet Wexford, Kildare, and Clare so manfully
rose,
Cork, Limerick, Kilkenny, likewise the county
Lou'h,
With Meath in a struggle for freedom my Eagle
was crowned.

To the city of Dublin my Eagle he next took
flight,
Through the King's and Queen's counties, in
Sligo he did them delight,
He crossed into Carlow, in Galway he made a
great stand,
And the tradesmen of Ireland they vowed they
would go with him to a man.

My Eagle was often pursued by some it is true,
With clap-traps and plans they thought to sub-
due,
But their vile plans appeared to be useless and
frail.
Untill heath he was stamped on the hand with
the bond of Repeal,

It was at one time a pet bird called D'Esterre,
He challenged my Eagle to fight on the plains
of Kildare,
But my Eagle that morning for Ireland he
showed a true pluck,
Two ounces of lead in the heart D'Esterre he
stuck.

When the taskmasters that parties may do as
they will,
But the cry of peace without fail is old Ireland
still,
And when the division took place, in sorrow my
Eagle was seen,
With heart broke with grief he departed from
Erin the Green.

He departed his last in a far distant land from
home,
His heart it remained in the holy blessed palace
of Rome,
His soul is in heaven to dwell amongst the bles-
sed angels and saints,
And his body is in Glasnevin for ever with us
to remain,

Now to conclude may his sou! rest in heaven, I
pray,
For his motto was peace, and his country he
ne'er would betray,
The whole world I'm sure can't produce such a
man,
Let us all live in peace and remember brave
DAN.