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Oh but we talked at large Before the sixteen men were shot, But who can talk of give and take, What should be and what not Why are those dead men loitering there? Just stir the boiling pot La la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la You say that we should still the land Till Germany's overcome; But who is there to argue that Now Pearse is deaf and dumb? And is there logic to outweigh MacDonagh's bony thumb? La la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la How could you dream they'd listen That have an ear alone For those new comrades they have found Lord Edward and Wolfe Tone, Or meddle with our give and take That converse bone to bone? La la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la La la la
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