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The
Blade
—by The Wandering Bard
The sun will
set, and night will fall
Though some said it never would
Yet even now the stars rise fast
And above all, the fairest shines bright
Better to
taste naught but the blade
Than feast on a master’s food as a slave
Lift up your
heads and walk boldly
All you children of Erin’s Star
Cast off your shackles and fetters
For the cause of freedom stand proud
Better to
taste naught but the blade
Than feast on a master’s food as a slave
Drive the
oppressors from the land
Cast them back into the night
Their sun has set, not yours
Lift the banner of your brothers and be free
Better to
taste naught but the blade
Than feast on a master’s food as a slave
Copyright © 2001 Daryl
L. Chambers, Jr.,
"The Wandering Bard."
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last updated 7 May 2006
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