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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=543638" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Song For The Irish Militia</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">AIR--_The Peacock._</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tribune's tongue and poet's pen<br>May sow the seed in prostrate men;<br>But 'tis the soldier's sword alone<br>Can reap the crop so bravely sown!<br>No more I'll sing nor idly pine,<br>But train my soul to lead a line--<br>A soldier's life's the life for me--<br>A soldier's death, so Ireland's free!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No foe would fear your thunder words,<br>If 'twere not for your lightning swords--<br>If tyrants yield when millions pray,<br>'Tis less they link in war array;<br>Nor peace itself is safe, but when<br>The sword is sheathed by fighting men--<br>A soldier's life's the life for me--<br>A soldier's death, so Ireland's free!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rifle brown and sabre bright<br>Can freely speak and nobly write--<br>What prophets preached the truth so well<br>As HOFER, BRIAN, BRUCE, and TELL?<br>God guard the creed these heroes taught--<br>That blood-bought Freedom's cheaply bought<br>A soldier's life's the life for me--<br>A soldier's death, so Ireland's free!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, welcome be the bivouac,<br>The hardy stand, and fierce attack,<br>Where pikes will tame their carbineers,<br>And rifles thin their bay'neteers,<br>And every field the island through<br>Will show 'what Irishmen can do!'<br>A soldier's life's the life for me--<br>A soldier's death so Ireland's free!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>V.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, 'tis not strength and 'tis not steel<br>Alone can make the English reel;<br>But wisdom, working day by day,<br>Till comes the time for passion's sway--<br>The patient dint and powder shock,<br>Can blast an empire like a rock.<br>A soldier's life's the life for me--<br>A soldier's death, so Ireland's free!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>VI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tribune's tongue and poet's pen<br>May sow the seed in slavish men;<br>But 'tis the soldier's sword alone<br>Can reap the harvest when 'tis grown.<br>No more I'll sing, no more I'll pine,<br>But train my soul to lead a line--<br>A soldier's life's the life for me--<br>A soldier's death, so Ireland's free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Osborne+Davis">Thomas Osborne Davis</a><div class=q>
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The tribune's tongue and poet's pen
May sow the seed in prostrate men;
But 'tis the soldier's sword alone
Can reap the crop so bravely sown!
No more I'll sing nor idly pine,
But train my soul to lead a line--
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