Twenty Men From Dublin Town (Arthur Griffith) Twenty men from Dublin town riding on the mountainside Fearless of the Saxon frown, twenty brothers true and tried Blood flows in the city streets, there the green is lying low Here the Emerald standard greets eyes alike of friend and foe cho: Fly the city, brothers tried, join us on the mountainside Where we've England's power defied twenty men from Dublin town Twenty men from Dublin town, full of love and full of hate Ah! our chief, our Tone is down, hand of God avenge his fate Joy it is when e'er we meet redcoats on the mountain track Oh! as deer they must be fleet, if to Dublin they get back Twenty men from Dublin town, every night around the fire Brimming glasses we toss down to our captain Michael Dwyer Slainte, Michael, barve and true, then there rings the wild hurrah As we drink, dear land, to you, Eire! Slainte Geal go Brach XX APR99
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