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If poor in weal, he'll for you pay.
And guide you where you safe may be;
If you're his comiade, whilst you stay,
His cottage holds a jubilee;
His inmost soul he will unlock,
And if he may your merits scan,
Your confidence he scorns to mock.
For faithful is an Irishman.
By honor bound in wo or weal,
Whate'er she bids he dares to do,
Try him with gold, it won't prevaU,
But e'en in fire you'U find him true;
He seeks not safety—let his post
Be where there's aught in danger's van;
Or if the field of fame be lost
It won't be by an Irishman.
Erin's lov'd land, from age to age.
Be thou more great, more fam'd and firee.
May peace be yours, or should you wage
Defensive wars, cheap victory;
May plenty flow in every field.
And gentle breezes sweetly fan.
May cheerful smdes serenely glide.
In the breast of every Irishman.
Jobnny Bnll, niy jo.
Oh, Johnny Bull, my jo, John, I wonder what you
mean.
Are you on foreign conquest bent, or what ambitious
scheme 1
Ah ! Ust to Brother Jonathan, your firuitless plans
forego,
Remsin on yoMr fi«?