| Old Ireland surrounded by sadness and gloom
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| And I Robert Emmet awaiting my doom
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| Bold Robert Emmet the darling of Erin
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| Bold Robert Emmet he’ll die with a smile
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| I’ll lay down my life for the Emerald Isle
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| Hung drawn and quartered sure that was my sentence
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| But soon I will show them no coward am I
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| My crime was the love of a land I was born
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| A hero I lived and a hero I’ll die
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| I was arrested and cased into prison
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| Tried as a traitor a rebel a spy
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| But no one can call me a knave or a coward
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| For a hero I lived and a hero I’ll die
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| Hark the bells tolling I well know the meaning
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| My poor heart tells me it is my death knell
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| In come the clergy the warden is leading
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| I have no friends here to bid me farewell
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| So good bye to old Ireland my parents and sweetheart
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| Companions in arms to forget you must try
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| I was proud of the honour it was only my duty
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| A hero I lived and a hero I’ll die.
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| Erin, mo mhuirnin, my love and my country!
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| Ireland, my Ireland, though dead I shall be
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| Hear now the words of my final oration:
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| Write me no epitaph ‘til my country is free! |