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			 Why should Ireland be treated as a geographical fragment of 
England . . . Ireland is not a geographical read more 
	 Why should Ireland be treated as a geographical fragment of 
England . . . Ireland is not a geographical fragment, but a 
nation. 
		
 
	
			 Whether on the scaffold high
 Or on the battle-field we die,
  Oh, what matter, when for Erin read more 
	 Whether on the scaffold high
 Or on the battle-field we die,
  Oh, what matter, when for Erin dear we fall. 
		
 
	
			 When law can stop the blades of grass from growing as they grow;
 And when the leaves in Summer-time read more 
	 When law can stop the blades of grass from growing as they grow;
 And when the leaves in Summer-time their colour dare not show;
  Then will I change the colour too, I wear in my caubeen;
   But till that day, plaze God, I'll stick to wearin' o' the Green. 
		
 
	
			 When Erin first rose from the dark-swelling flood,
 God blessed the green island, he saw it was good.
 read more 
	 When Erin first rose from the dark-swelling flood,
 God blessed the green island, he saw it was good.
  The Emerald of Europe, it sparkled and shone
   In the ring of this world, the most precious stone. 
		
 
	
			 For dear is the Emerald Isle of the ocean,
 Whose daughters are fair as the foam of the wave,
read more 
	 For dear is the Emerald Isle of the ocean,
 Whose daughters are fair as the foam of the wave,
  Whose sons unaccustom'd to rebel commotion,
   Tho' joyous, are sober--tho' peaceful, are brave. 
		
 
	
			 There is a stone there,
 That whoever kisses,
  Oh! he never misses
   To grow read more 
	 There is a stone there,
 That whoever kisses,
  Oh! he never misses
   To grow eloquent.
    'Tis he may clamber
     To a lady's chamber
      Or become a member
       Of Parliament. 
		
 
	
			 Eternal is the fact that the human creature born in Ireland and 
brought up in its air is Irish. read more 
	 Eternal is the fact that the human creature born in Ireland and 
brought up in its air is Irish. I have lived for twenty years in 
Ireland and for seventy-two in England; but the twenty came first 
and in Britain I am still a foreigner and shall die one. 
		
 
	
			 Every Irishman has a potatoe in his head.  
	 Every Irishman has a potatoe in his head. 
		
 
	
			 The groves of Blarney
 They look so charming
  Down by the purling
   Of sweet, read more 
	 The groves of Blarney
 They look so charming
  Down by the purling
   Of sweet, silent brooks.