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Hark!  hear  that  fearful  warning,  (.here’s  death  in  every  tone—
                                Oh  save  my  Life till  morning,  and  Heaven  prolong  your  own!”

                                '[’he  Orange  heart was  moiled  in  pity  to  the  Green;
                                lie   heard  the  tale,  and  felt  it  his  very  soul  within.
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                                13read  iloL  that  angry  warning,  though  death  be  in  its  lone—«■
                                I ’ll  save  votir  life  till  morning,  or  I  will  lose  inv  ov,n.”
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                                Now,  round  his  lowly  dwelling  the angry  torrent  press'd.
                                A   hundred  voices  swelling, tlie  Orangeman  addressed—
                                Ari.ve,  arise  and  follow  the  chase  along  the  plain !
                                In  vender  stonv  hollow  your  onlv  son  is  slain  !"
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                                With  rising  shouts  they  gather  upon  the  track  amain,
                                And  leave  the  childiess  father  agast  with  sudden  pain,
                                He  seeks  the  flighted  stranger,,  in  covert  where  he  lay—
                                A rise!'1  he  said,  “ all  danger  is  trone  and  oassed  aw n v!
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                                I  had  a  son— one  only,  one loved  as  very  life,
                                Thy  hand  has  left  me  lonely,  in  that  accursed  strife.
                                I  pledged  my  word  to  .nave thee  until  ihe  storm  should  cease,
                                I  kept  the  pledge  I  gave  thee— arise,  and  go  in  peace; ”

                                The  stranger soon  departed  from  that  unhappy  vale;
                                The  father,  broken hearted,  lay  brooding  o'er  that  tale.
                                Fill:  twenty  summer*  after  to  silver  turned  his  beard;
                                And  yet  the  sound  of  Laughter  from  him  was  never  heard.

                                The  night was  falling  dreary, in  merry  Wexford  town,
                                When  in  Jus  cabin,  weary,  a  peasant  laid  him  down.
                                And  m;;nv  a  voice  was  -in!-!n;■  alonsr  the  summer  vale.
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                                And  Wexford  town  was  ringing  with  shouts  of  "  Craiuia Uile.’4

                                Beside  the  waters,  laving  the  feet  of  aged  trees.
                                The  green  Hag,  gayiy  waving,  was  spread  against  the  breeze—
                                In  might  chorus  meeting,  loud  voices  hi lei i  the  town,
                                And  fife  and  drum  were  beating,  "Down,  Orangemen,  lie  down3
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