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The Spirit of the Nation/The Shan Van Vocth, 1176

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THE SHAN BHEAN BHOCTH OF 1176.

Air—"The Shan ḃean Boċṫ."

I.

The sainted isle of old,
Says the Shan bhean Bhocth;
The sainted isle of old,
Says the Shan bhean Bhocth.
The parent and the mould,
Of the beautiful and bold,
Has her blithesome heart waxed cold,
Says the Shan bhean Bhocth.


II.

The Saxon and the Dane,
Says the Shan bhean Bhocth;
The Saxon and the Dane,
Says the Shan bhean Bhocth,
The Saxon and the Dane,
Our immortal hills profane,
Oh! accurs'd be the twain,
Says the Shan bhean Bhocth.


III.

What are the Chiefs to do?
Says the Shan bhean Bhocth;
What are the Chiefs to do?
Says she Shan bhean Bhocth.
What should the Chieftains do,
But to treat the hireling crew,
To a touch of Brian Boru?
Says the Shau bhean Bhocth.


IV.

They came across the wave,
Says the Shan bhean Bhocth;
They came across the wave,
Says the Shan bhean Bhocth.
They came across the wave,
But to plunder and enslave,
And should find a robber's grave,
Says the Shan bhean Bhocth.


V.

Then be the trusty brand,
Says the Shan bhean Bhocth;
Then be the trusty brand,
Says the Shan bhean Bhocth.
Then be the trusty brand,
Firmly clutch'd in every hand,
And we'll scourge them from the land,
Says the Shan bhean Bhocth.


VI.

There's courage yet and truth,
Says the Shan bhean Bhocth;
There's courage yet and truth,
Says the Shan bhean Bhocth.
There's a God above us all,
And whatever may befall,
No invader shall enthral,
Says the Shan bhean Bhocth.