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Why rings the knell of the funeral bell from a hundred village shrines	A
Through broad Fingall where hasten all those long and ordered lines	A
With tear and sigh they're passing by the matron and the maid	B
Has a hero died is a nation's pride in that cold coffin laid	B
With frown and curse behind the hearse dark men go tramping on	C
Has a tyrant died that they cannot hide their wrath till the rites	D
are done	E
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THE CHANT	F
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Ululu ululu high on the wind	G
There's a home for the slave where no fetters can bind	G
Woe woe to his slayers comes wildly along	H
With the trampling of feet and the funeral song	H
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And now more clear	I
It swells on the ear	J
Breathe low and listen 'tis solemn to hear	J
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Ululu ululu wail for the dead	K
Green grow the grass of Fingall on his head	K
And spring flowers blossom 'ere elsewhere appearing	L
And shamrocks grow thick on the Martyr for Erin	M
Ululu ululu soft fall the dew	N
On the feet and the head of the martyred and true	N
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For awhile they tread	K
In silence dread	K
Then muttering and moaning go the crowd	O
Surging and swaying like mountain cloud	O
And again the wail comes fearfully loud	O
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THE CHANT	F
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Ululu ululu kind was his heart	P
Walk slower walk slower too soon we shall part	P
The faithful and pious the Priest of the Lord	Q
His pilgrimage over he has his reward	Q
By the bed of the sick lowly kneeling	L
To God with the raised cross appealing	L
He seems still to kneel and he seems still to pray	R
And the sins of the dying seem passing away	R
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In the prisoner's cell and the cabin so dreary	S
Our constant consoler he never grew weary	S
But he's gone to his rest	T
And he's now with the bless'd	T
Where tyrant and traitor no longer molest	T
Ululu ululu wail for the dead	K
Ululu ululu here is his bed	K
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Short was the ritual simple the prayer	U
Deep was the silence and every head bare	U
The Priest alone standing they knelt all around	V
Myriads on myriads like rocks on the ground	V
Kneeling and motionless Dust unto dust	W
He died as becometh the faithful and just	W
Placing in God his reliance and trust	W
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Kneeling and motionless ashes to ashes	X
Hollow the clay on the coffin lid dashes	Y
Kneeling and motionless wildly they pray	R
But they pray in their souls for no gesture have they	R
Stern and standing oh look on them now	Z
Like trees to one tempest the multitude bow	Z
Like the swell of the ocean is rising their vow	Z
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THE VOW	Z
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We have bent and borne though we saw him torn from his home by the	A2
tyrant's crew	N
And we bent and bore when he came once more though suffering had	B2
pierced him through	N
And now he is laid beyond our aid because to Ireland true	N
A martyred man the tyrant's ban the pious patriot slew	N
And shall we bear and bend for ever	C2
And shall no time our bondage sever	C2
And shall we kneel but battle never	C2
For our own soil	D2
And shall our tyrants safely reign	E2
On thrones built up of slaves and slain	E2
And nought to us and ours remain	E2
But chains and toil	D2
No round this grave our oath we plight	F2
To watch and labour and unite	F2
Till banded be the nation's might	F2
Its spirit steeled	F2
And then collecting all our force	G2
We'll cross oppression in its course	G2
And die or all our rights enforce	G2
On battle field	F2
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Like an ebbing sea that will come again	H2
Slowly retired that host of men	H2
Methinks they'll keep some other day	F2
The oath they swore on the martyr's clay	F2

Thomas Osborne Davis

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