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Tipperary (Author: Thomas Osborne Davis)
p.347
- Let Britain boast her British hosts,
About them all right little care we;
Not British seas nor British coasts
Can match the Man of Tipperary!
p.348
- Tall is his form, his heart is warm,
His spirit light as any fairy
His wrath is fearful as the storm
That sweeps the Hills of Tipperary!
- Lead him to fight for native land,
His is no courage cold and wary;
The troops live not on earth would stand
The headlong charge of Tipperary!
- Yet meet him in his cabin rude,
Or dancing with his dark-haired Mary,
You'd swear they knew no other mood
But Mirth and Love in Tipperary!
- You're free to share his scanty meal,
His plighted word he'll never vary
In vain they tried with gold and steel
To shake the Faith of Tipperary!
- Soft is his cailín's sunny eye,
Her mien is mild, her step is airy,
Her heart is fond, her soul is high
Oh! she's the Pride of Tipperary!
- Let Britain brag her motley rag;
We'll lift the Green more proud and airy
Be mine the lot to bear that flag,
And head the Men of Tipperary!
p.349
- Though Britain boasts her British hosts,
About them all right little care we,
Give us, to guard our native coasts,
The matchless Men of Tipperary!