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declan hunt - who is ireland's enemy? كلمات أغنية

[verse 1]
oh, who is ireland’s enemy?
not germany nor spain
nor russia, france nor austria
they forged for her no chain
nor quenched her hearths
nor razed her homes
nor laid her altars low
nor sent her sons to tramp the hills
amid the winter’s snow

[verse 2]
who spiked the heads of irish priests
on dublin castle gate?
who butchered helpless irish babes
their l_st for blood to sate?
who outraged irish maidenhood
and tortured aged sires?
and spread from clare to donegal
thе glare of midnight fires?

[verse 3]
who scourged our land in ’98
sprеad torture far and wide
till ireland shrieked in woe and pain
and h_ll seemed fair beside?
who plied the pitch_cap and the sword
the gibbet and the rack?
oh god that we should ever fail
to pay those devils back
[verse 4]
who slew the three in manchester
one grim november dawn
while ’round them howled in fury
the devil’s hungry sp_wn?
who shattered many a fenian mind
in dungeons o’er the foam
and broke the loyal fenian hearts
that pined for them at home?

[verse 5]
who shot down clarke and connolly
and pe_rs_ at dawn of day?
and plunkett and macdermott
and all who died as they?
who robbed us of mcsweeney brave?
who murdered mellows too?
sent barry to a felon’s grave
slaughtered [?]

[verse 6]
not germany nor austria
not russia, france, nor spain
that robbed or reeved this land of ours
they forged for her no chain
but england of the wily word
that crafty, treacherous foe
’twas england scourged our motherland
’twas england laid her low
[verse 7]
rise up, oh dead of ireland!
and rouse her living men
the chance will come to us at last
to win our own again
to sweep the english enemy
from hill and glen and bay
and in your name, oh holy dead
our sacred debt to pay

- declan hunt

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