The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1866-05-11
UNFOLD THE OLD SUNBURST.
AIR" Leinstcr War Song"

The chains which long bound us in sorrow
and woe,
The Saxon, ween, would fiin bind us forever,
Oh, how long shall We bend meath the yoke
of the foe:
IT'S time to awake from our death-bodirg
sumber,
And start into action and life once again.
And end all our Ills and our woes without
number.
BY rendng asunder the Sassenagh chain.
Unfold the old Sanburst-dcscrt it we'll never,
While one arm remains to give back blow
for blow.
And Heaven, who aids every noble endcavor,
Shall nerve us to sever the chains Of the foe:
Then up with the banner. our spears shall flash
round it.
As the spears of our sires flashed around it
Of yore,
Ere the foeman in trammels Of slavery bound
We swear that a foeman shall bind it 10 more.
Unfold the old Sunburst--around it come rally,
Men Of the mountain and acknowledgment
vale,
Oh, how glorious to hear every Hillside and
valley
Ringing once more with the shout ofthe Gael,
And to see tie fierce c.ansman-thc SunbuTst
high 'er them
Their steel brightly gleaming-by vengeance
led on
Proudly advancing-thc old foe before them
Their steel never sheathing till Freedom is
won.
Unfold the old Sunburst to the breeze of the
morning;
Rally, lrishmen, rally, our flag to defend,
Now shall we have vengeance for ages OF
scorning-
Deeply we've vowed that our thraldom shall
Then, Irishmcn on! Shame on him who will
faltcr,
When the war-cry of Freedom calls forth to
the fray
Remember the gibbet, the torture and halter,
And think on the wrongs of our country to-day.
Hurrah! It's unfurled! the banner Of old
Ireland
Our souls are illumcd with its radiance again,
And, see, they are coming to strike for old
Sircland,
Down from each mountain, and out from
each glen;
And the Exiles arc there--they've come Ger
the ocean,
From the land of the stranger, full many
mile,
To seal with their blood theirundying devotion,
And to right the deep wrongs Of their own
loved Isle.
With deep vengeance burning, they've come
DER the water,
To their own native Isle in the western main;
They have come from full many a red field of
slaughter;
To raise the old banner of Freedom again,
And to wake the deep echoes in silence that
slumbercd
'Mong the g fair hills of Fire" All, many
day
They have come ''with a vengeance" in num-
bers unnumbered
To chase the Oppressor from Erin away.
Lo! yondcr the ranks of the foe are advancing,
The red proudly waves Ger their phalanxed
array,
Their caparisoned war-stceds are pompously
prancng,
As the sunlight streams down on their war
trappings gay;
See their long lines Of steel in the distance ex-
tending
Afar over hillside, and valley. and plain,
While drum. fife and trumpet their lid music
blending,
Wake up the old echoes again and again
Dhardhia, but the sheen of their sabrcs is
splendid,
AS they culver and fash in the moon $ golden
List to the tram of their lines f,r.extendea
As column on column advance in their might.
And the roll of their drums, in loud symphony
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But ere yon bright sun will have once more
descended,
lhat now mighty host shall be scattered and
''V"A'
For tie trumnet Of Froodom tnoir do.th-Lnsl,
is sounding,
The keen sword of vengeance CLEANS bright
-, IN their path;
Inv sidos hnHn al inc winter from mountain
The clansmen of Erin advance in their wrath.
They've met-thc red ranks of the Saxon are
scattered,
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AS light cbaff before the swift vhirlwind
driven!
MINK ileav ~ me RUE OF the tyrant Is ended!
The sunshine of Freedom again has descended
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