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Thomas Moore - Avenging and Bright
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Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin
   On him who the brave sons of Usna betray`d! — 
For every fond eye he hath waken`d a tear in 
   A drop from his heart-wounds shall weep o`er her blade. 

By the red cloud that hung over Conor`s dark dwelling,
   When Ulad`s three champions lay sleeping in gore — 
By the billows of war, which so often, high swelling,, 
   Have wafted these heroes to victory`s shore — 

We swear to avenge them! — no joy shall be tasted, 
   The harp shall be silent, the maiden unwed, 
Our halls shall be mute, and our fields shall lie wasted, 
   Till vengeance is wreak`d on the murderer`s head. 

Yes, monarch! though sweet are our home recollections, 
   Though sweet are the tears that from tenderness fall; 
Though sweet are our friendships, our hopes, our affections, 
   Revenge on a tyrant is sweetest of all!
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