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We stood on the of giants
Like atlas the burden of faith
We clasped our hands in
of a conqueror's right to
is a language that has not passed
Our lips in one years

So I call to you
Partisans as one
raise your voices
If not then all is

This is the death of the Republic and no

The senate is lost and Zeus is
So God of war can you send a lightning bolt
To smash the temple of the
The Tiber is flowing with the blood of
men

And so we stood, among thieves, and

Whose names live in eternal rest and infamy
Disgraced kings with their pious men
Who ruled us all with the spear of destiny

You my name before I was born
You my death from the moment it passed my

This is the of the Republic
and gone with Pearse in the grave
Haunted to the end by the of Connolly's army
Skeletal on the trigger of Collins' demise
And Parnell's dreams are to nothing but dust

"And I say to my people's beware, beware of the
that is coming, beware of the risen people, who shall
take what we not give.
Did ye think to conquer the people, or that law is
than life and than men's to be free?"

(Padraig Pearse, "The Rebell")