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IN the chill grey summer dawn light	A
We pass through the empty streets	B
The rattling wheels are all silent	C
No friend his fellow greets	B
Here and there at the corners	D
A man in a great coat stands	E
A bayonet hangs by his side and	F
A rifle is in his hands	E
This is a conquered city	G
It speaks of war not peace	H
And that's one of the English soldiers	D
The English call 'police '	I
You see at the present moment	C
That noble country of mine	J
Is boiling with indignation	K
At the memory of a 'crime '	I
In a path of the Phoenix Park where	L
The children romped and ran	M
An Irish Ruffian met his doom	N
And an English Gentleman	K
For a hundred and over a hundred	O
Years on the country side	P
Men and women and children	K
Have slaved and starved and died	P
That those who slaved and starved them	Q
Might spend their earnings then	R
And the Irish Ruffians have a 'good time '	I
And the English Gentlemen	S
For a hundred and over a hundred	O
Years that Christian land	T
Has read its Bible and looked at all this	U
And lifted nor foot nor hand	T
But still at the present moment	C
This noble country of mine	J
Is boiling with indignation	K
At the memory of this 'crime '	I
For the Irish Ruffians they tell me	G
And it looks as if 'twere true	V
And the English Gentlemen are so scarce	W
We must wildly avenge these two	V
In the chill grey summer dawn light	A
We pass through the empty streets	B
The rattling wheels are all silent	C
No friend his fellow greets	B
Here and there at the corners	D
A man in a great coat stands	E
A bayonet hangs by his side and	F
A rifle is in his hands	E
This is a conquered city	G
It speaks of war not peace	H
And that's one of the English soldiers	D
The English call 'police '	I

Francis William Lauderdale Adams

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