It reached for two miles long And men of all persuasions Come to join in that vast throng Besides his wife and family For him they all will pine His loss was very grievous He was only thirty-nine They mourn for E Lord Edward And Robert Emmet sore. And martyrs for their country Who died on a foreign shore The last one was at Mitchel's town A silent grave to fill A thorough true born Irishman Brave noble Manderville.
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They knelt around the cross divine the matron and the maid; They bowed before Redemption's sign And fervently they prayed Three hundred fair and helpless ones Whose crime was this alone Their valiant husbands sires and sons Had battled for their own.
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