- My Grave
Shall they bury me in the deep,
Where wind-forgetting waters sleep?
Shall they dig a grave for me,
Under the green-wood tree?
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- Fontenoy
I.
Thrice, at the huts of Fontenoy, the English column failed,
And twice the lines of Saint Antoine the Dutch in vain assailed;
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- We Must Not Fail
I.
We must not fail, we must not fail,
However fraud or force assail;
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- The Burial.[1]
Why rings the knell of the funeral bell from a hundred village shrines?
Through broad Fingall, where hasten all those long and ordered lines?
With tear and sigh they're passing by--the matron and the maid--
Has a hero died--is a nation's pride in that cold coffin laid?
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- Clare's Dragoons
Air--Viva la.
I.
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