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Show I THE SONG OF THE DUBLIN . ! FUSILIER. (Cuguafl, in the United Irishman.) 'Loft behind, wounded, to die. by the British in their retreat from Dundee.) "If -ye wear the coat of England," sez "me mother wance to me, "The curse of God will full upon your head ; , ',''. A thraitor to your country and your fa- k ther you will be." But I little heeded what the mother said. , Me father Heaven, rest him! died twelve years ago in jail, A Fenian and fney used him like a hound. Still I took the English shnifn"; though I knew me mother'd wail-God wail-God curse him'. when the sergeant .kem around. "I'll larn to be a sojer, and some day I'll ' have a chance To fight for Ireland's freedom, like a man, ' . When help is coming over here from Russia or from France, "An' I'll be thrained," sez; I, ."then. That's the plan." Yes. I though I was clever to join the . ' English foe. And make them larn me how to shoot - and dhrill, Oh, little did I think then oh, little did I know, I'd be sent out here ould Ireland's friends to kill. . ""Charge up. bovs," sez the colonel, and I charged straight un the hill To strike down freemen battling for their right. To make meself a mr-rdhcrer for Eng- land's sake to kill. The pathriots standin' ' out agin her - might. ; An' a freeman's bullet stbruck me, and I fell upon the ground. An' they brought me to camp back here to die. An' now the dogs have left me for Jou-bert Jou-bert is eomin' round.- ' An' without a dhrink of wather here I '-lie. . Yes, -the-curse of God is on me, an' I , -broke me mother's heart, An," me fatherls-curse is on me, too. as i well. . '--' ''i But wan- thing cheers me still when me .life tonight I part. I'll meet the man that 'listed me in hell. |