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OF IRELAND. 97
Hark ! hear that fearful warning,
There's death in every tone —
Oh, save my life till morning,
And heav'n prolong your own ! "
The Orange heart was melted
In pity to the green ;
He heard the tale and felt it,
His very soul within.
"Dread not that angry warning,
Though death be in its tone —
I'll save your life till morning.
Or I will lose my own."
Now, round his lowly dwelling
The angry torrent press'd,
A hundred voices swelling,
The Orangeman address'd —
' * Arise, arise, and follow
The chase along the plain 1
In yonder stony hollow
Your only son is slain ! "
With rising shouts they gather
Upon the track amain,
And leave the childless father
Aghast with sudden pain.
He seeks the righted stranger,
In covert where he lay —
" Arise 1 " he said, "all danger
Is gone and past away !
" I had a son — one only,
One loved as my life,
Thy hand has left me lonely,
In that accursed strife.
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