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the ng of death

tune—“oran an aoig”

scene—a field of battle ti of the day—eveng the wounded

and dyg of the victorio ary are supposed to jo the

follog ng

farewell, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies,

now gay with the broad settg sun;

farewell, loves and friendships, ye dear tender ties,

our race of existence is run!

thou gri kg of terrors; thou life&039;s glooy foe!

go, frighten the ward and sve;

go, teach the to treble, fell tyrant! but know

no terrors hast thou to the brave!

thou strik&039;st the dull peasant—he sks the dark,

nor saves e&039;en the wreck of a na;

thou strik&039;st the young hero—a glorio ark;

he falls the bze of his fa!

the field of proud honour—our swords our hands,

our kg and our untry to save;

while victory shes on life&039;s st ebbg sands,—

o! who would not die with the brave!