Human Freedom (Words, James Connolly; air, Clare's Dragoons.) Come, hearken all, the day draws nigh, When must'ring hosts the cause shall try Of Labour's right to live and die Enjoying human freedom Then Labour's force shall take the field The liberating sword to wield, For Labour's own right arm must shield The cause of Human freedom. Cho: Shout hurrah for freedoms host, For freedoms banner, nobly borne. Shout hurrah, though tempest tossed Freedom's barque shall ride the storm. The rights our heroes' lives have bought The truths our martyrs, dying, taught, The hearts of men with passion hot Prepare for human freedom Its roots are in no barren soil But watered by the tears of toil Are spreading fast. No storms can spoil The plant of human freedom. Our Native Land! Alas, the name Is but a sound to tell our shame. What land have they whose spirits tame Brook loss of human freedom? When lake and river, hill and dale, Hear children's cry and women's wail Of suffering rise on every gale, For lack of human freedom. Our banner waves o'er many bands Through mount- and ocean-severed lands With active brain and skillful hands Fighting for human freedom, For ancient feuds no more divide, And ancient hates we thrust aside Our Class, we know, through battle's tide Must bear the flag of freedom. For this since we the world began Their troubled course the ages ran And earth in long travail for man Bare seed of human freedom. For us and ours that heritage Was handed down from age to age That we might write on Hist'ry's page The Birth of Human Freedom. [;ay.exe CLAREDRG XX July01
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