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Show A BUNCH OF -THRANEENS (By Margaret M. Halvey.) (Read by Lydia S. Flintham at the Emmet celebration cel-ebration in Columbia theatre, Washington, D. C, on Marclv 1.) An orator marshaled in grand array The heroes of Greece and Rome, Of Gaul and Albion great were they. But I thought of the heroes of home. "Heroes are flowers of a race," says he, In fine rhetorical style; ( "They live and they die that the world 'may be The better for nkowin' 'em awhile." "Faith, we grew them as thick as thraneens," sez I, "We grew them as thick as thraneens. Wherever was glory the Celt was nigh. The Bouchal to dare, the Bouehal to die. He wanted no 'wherefore,' and asked for no 'why,' Since this ould world turned its teens." We reckon our heroes by hosts, a vie! Volunteers an' Jasper Greens. ' Of glorious names you can take your pick. As you'd gather a bunch of thraneens. From Nial an' Dathi to Owen Roe, From Cormac to Hugh Tyrone, From Sarsfield f acin' a f orrin' foe To Emmet an' gallant Tone. "We grew 'em as thick as thraneens. Wherever was glory the Celt was nigh. -Who wanted no 'wherefore' and asked for no 'why,' Since this ould world turned its teens." There wor heroes of peace an' heroes of war. The boys thried pikes and Repeal ! There was Grattan! Ah my! that a G rattan could die, ' O'Connell and Curran and Shiel'. An' countin' the men givin' life to the work As aisy to count our thraneens; "We grew 'em thick as thraneens," ez I, ' "We grew 'em as thick as thraneens. Wherever was glory the Celt was nigh. The Bouchal to dare, the B&uchal to die. Who wanted no 'wherefore' and asked no 'why,' - Since this ould world turned '(is teens." Thraneens. a wild kind of grass growing most plentifully in Ireland. |