| O but we talked at large before |
| The sixteen men were shot, |
| But who can talk of give and take, |
| What
should be and what not |
| While those dead men are loitering there |
| To stir the boiling pot? |
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| You say that
we should still the land |
| Till Germany’s overcome; |
| But who is there to argue that |
| Now Pearse is deaf and
dumb? |
| And is their logic to outweigh |
| MacDonagh’s bony thumb? |
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| How could you dream they’d listen |
| That have an ear alone |
| For those new comrades they have found, |
| Lord Edward and Wolfe Tone, |
| Or
meddle with our give and take |
| That converse bone to bone? |