Saxon Shilling

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[Verse 1] Hark, a martial sound is heard The march of soldiers, fifing, drumming Eyes are starting, hearts are stirred For bold recruits the brave are coming Ribands flaunting, feathers gay The sound and sights are surely thrilling Dazzled village youths today Will crowd to take the Saxon Shilling [Verse 2] Ye, whose spirits will not bow In peace to parish tyrants longer Ye, who wear the villain brow And ye who pine in hopeless hunger Fools, without the brave man's faith All slaves and starvelings who are willing To sell themselves to shame and death Accept the fatal Saxon Shilling [Verse 3] Go, to find, 'mid crime and toil The doom to which such guilt is hurried Go, to leave on Indian soil Your bones to bleach, accursed, unburied! Go, to crush the just and brave Whose wrongs with wrath the world are filling Go, to slay each brother slave Or spurn the blood-stained Saxon Shilling! [Verse 4] Irish hearts, why should you bleed To swell the tide of British glory Aiding despots in their need Who've changed our green so oft to gory? None, save those who wish to see The noblest killed, the meanest killing And the true hearts severed from the free Will take again the Saxon Shilling! [Verse 5] Irish youths, reserve your strength Until an hour of glorious duty When freedom's smile shall cheer at length The land of bravery and beauty Bribes and threats, oh, heed no more Let naught but justice make you willing To leave your own dear island shore For those to send a Saxon Shilling
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