The Fighting Irish, as they took
the fielde,
Full fearsome formd that e’en a
fearfull quake
In Mart’s eye had not missed, did
Lady shielde
Whose hew in gild their helmets’
hue did take
For to blind their foe. Yet dear the vain mistake
When foe their trick’ry gaped with
eye unmoved
Of whose own land the sun outshines
did break
The line of Eire, who unfelled Troy
removed
That gilded gloried seemd,
quicksilver tested proved.
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