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Show An Irish Welcome. Its cead mille faithe all the way '(Oh! the Irish heart beats true!) "Tis the hands outstretched from east to west With the sprig of green for you. Your fathers stood by our fathers' sides Oft-times in a Wicklow glen Fought side by side for the right to live Or die for the Faith as men. The stars and the stripes were kind to them. And you to the flag ars kind: You'll fight for it in the face of hail, In the" teeth of a biting wind. But think sometimes, oh' kinsmen, dear. While stars with our stars entwine. How still on the "old land's" banner green No sun may dare to shine. It's welcome, welcome, all the way, From camps to the crowded town, And some to greet you travel heard (The creek in a Hood comes down). There's a track to blaze in the virgin bush, Or a bridge to build again, And a blacksoil plain to cross betimes be-times In a whirl of blinding rain. Then here's to you from the County Clare. And here's from Dublin Bay. From a mountain path by "Errigal," From bog near Castlereagh We don't forget and you won't forget "Our dead" in the joys that be. For Patrick gave his life for you. And Bridget died for me. |