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MICHAEL DWYER Peadar Kearney Have you heard of Michael Dwyer, And his mountain men? Runs your blood like molten fire, When you hear again How he dashed like mountain torrent, On his country’s bitter foes, Like a thundering tearing torrent Upon the craven yeos? Here’s a chorus, chant it loudly On the still night air, As the war-shout rises loudly, Above the trumpet’s blare, Chant it, peal it, til it echoes Over every hill and glen, Here’s to gallant Michael Dwyer, And his mountain men! When the star of freedom vanished And our flag went down, And the nation’s hope was banished, From each vale and town, Borne intact through blood and fire Ireland’s banner waved again, Held aloft by Michael Dwyer And his mountain men. Still the nation’s hopes are burning As they burned of yore, And the young and strong are yearning For the battle’s roar, But that blessed star of liberty Shall never blaze again, Till we strike like Michael Dwyer And his mountain men! 
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