ERIN'S FLAG.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXI, Issue 35, 29 December 1893, Page 11

E R I N'S FLAG.

Lift it up I Lift it up I the old Banner of Green I The blood of its sons has bat brightened its sheen ; What though the tyrant has trampled it down, Are its folds not emblazoned with deeds of renown ? What though for ages it droops in the dust, Shall it droop thus for ever ? No I No I God is just I Take it up 1 Take it up 1 from the tyrant'd foul tread, Let him tear the Green Flag— we will snatch its laßt shred, And beneath it we'll bleed as our forefathers bled ; And wall vow by the dust in the graves of our dead ; And we'll swear by the blood which the Briton has shed ; And we'll vow by the wrecks which through Krin he spread ; And we'll swear by the thousands who, famished, unfed, Died down in the ditches, wild-how ling for bread ; And we'll vow by our heroes, whose spirits have fled ; And we'll swear by the bones in each coilialess bed, That we'll battle the Briton through danger and dread ! That wt'll cling to the cause wnieh we glory to wed, Till the gleam of our steel and the shock of our lead Shall prove to our foe that we meant what we said-— That we'll lift up the green, and we'll tear down the red.