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BALLAD POETRY
"And black and bloody the revenge
" For this dark midnight's sake,
" The kindred of my murdered friends
" On thine and thee will take,
" Unless thon rise and fly betimes,
" Unless thou fly with me,
*' Sweet Una, from this land of crimes
" To peace beyond the sea.
" Eor trustful pillows wait us there,
" And loyal friends beside,
*' Where the broad lands of my father are,
" Upon the banks of Clyde ;
•' In five days hence a ship will be
*' Bound for that happy home :
** Till then we'll make our sanctuary
*' In sea-cave's sparry dome :
*• Then busk thee, Una Phelimy,
•' And o'er the waters come 1"
The midnight moon is wading deep ;
The land sends off the gale ;
The boat beneath the sheltering steep
Hangs on a seaward sail ;
And, leaning o'er the weather-rail,
The lovers hand in hand,
Take their last look of Innisfail ;
" Farewell, doomed Ireland !"
"And art thou doomed to discord still ?
And shall thy sons ne'er cease
To search and struggle for thine ill,
Ne'er share thy good in peace ?

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