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Fenian Raids History & Genealogy
General O'Neill's Address to His Army[Source: Canadian Border Songs of the Fenian Invasion, 1870.]
Previous to their advance upon Canada, May 25, 1870.
Ye Fenian Braves, I proudly hail,
Who come to fight with brave O'Nale,
Whose mighty arm shall never fail,
Nor fall ingloriously.
The vile Kanucks, those savage hordes,
Shall fall beneath our Irish swords,
That soon shall cut the British cords
Which bind our liberty.
A thousand years our nation's braves
In chains hav crawl'd like Egypt's slaves,
But Pharaoh's hosts to Red Sea graves
Shall sink ingloriously.
Our swords shall suck the bloody veins
Of British Power that proudly reigns,
And break Oppression's tyrant-chains,
Which bind our liberty.
Our nation's flags are now unfurl'd,
Our thunder-bolts shall soon be hurl'd,
Their mighty power shall shake the world,
And strike victoriously;
Our glorious isle shall soon be free,
When tyrant foes are forced to flee,
And Britain's Queen on bended knee
Will beg her liberty.
Now Ireland's heart with vigor swells,
Her sons enchain'd in British hells,
Shall burst exulting from their cells,
To glorious liberty.
Advance upon the cowardly foe,
A thousand slay at every blow,
And let the whelps of England know,
Our valiant chivalry.
But lo, the sneaking foe appears,
Then draw your swords, your guns and spears,
Our deeds shall live eternal years,
With Ireland's liberty.
Then fight like men, my heroes brave,
Your verdant banners soon shall wave
O'er many a cowardly tyrant's grave,
In glorious liberty.
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