A NEW YEARNS' SONG.

New Zealand Tablet, 29 April 1920, Page 13

A NEW YEARNS' SONG.

My countrymen, awake!. arise ! ■ --■> p ■,.:■ Our work begins anew, ■ ', Your mingled voices rend the' skies, "-• Your hearts are": firm and true; ; You've bravely marched, and nobly met, >V*: }■■ Our little green '; isle through ?,: . ?' >; But, oh! my friends,; there's something yet For Irishmen to do I ' ;V; ;;. ; As' long as. Erin hears-the 1 clink ..'•■''■ v: ; -'" Of base, ignoble chains-- -;.;;; ;,:': As long as '■ one detested link • ] • ■/. Of; foreign rule remains ! : ;.■>■ ; ;< As long as of our rightful debt : One smallest. fraction's due, So long, my friends, there's something yet For Irishmen to do! Too long Ave've borne the servile yoke, - " ! ; Too long the slavish chain, Too long in feeble accents spoke, And ever spoke in vain 1- • .-. •; Our wealth has filled the spoiler's net, i And gorged the Saxon crew; But, oh! my friends, we'll teach them yet What Irishmen can do! The olive branch' is in our.hands, The white' flag floats above; "'' ' —peace pervades our myriad bands, And proud, forgiving love! But, oh! let not our foes forget We're men., as Christians, too, Prepared to do for Ireland yet What Irishmen should do! There's not a man of all our land Our country now can, spare, The strong man with his sinewy hand, The weak man with his prayer! No whining tone of mere regret, Young Irish bards!. for you But let your songs teach Ireland yet What Irishmen should do! And" wheresoe'er that duty lead, There—there your post should be; The coward slave is never freed; The brave alone are free! O freedom! firmly fixed are set Our longing eyes on you; And though we die for Ireland yet, So Irishmen should do! —D. F. McCarthy,