PADDIES EVERMORE.

Auckland Chronicle and New Zealand Colonist, Volume 2, Issue 39, 2 May 1844, Page 4

PADDIES EVERMORE.

The hour is past to fawn or crouch As suppliants for our right ; Let word and dee! unshrinking vouch The banded millions might ; Let them who scorned the fountain rill. Now dread the torrent's roar, And hear our echoed chorus still, We’re Paddies evermore. What though they menace, suffering men, Their threats and them despise ; Or promise justice once again, We know their words are lies ; We stand resolved those rights to claim They robbed us of before, Our own dear nation and our name, As Paddies and no more. Look round—the Frenchman governs France, The Spaniard rules in Spain, The gallant Pole but waits his chance, To break the Russian chain • The strife for freedom here begun We never will give o’er. Nor own a land on earth but oneWe're Paddies, and no more. What reck we, though six hundred years Have o’er our thraldom rolled, The soul that roused O’Niall’s spears StiJl lives as true and bold ; The tide of foreign power to stem Our fathers bled of yore, And we stand here to day liste them, True Paddies evermore. Where our affections ? With the land For which they nobly died. Our duty ? By her cause to stand, Whatever chance betide. Our cherished hope ? To heal the woes That rankle at her core. Our scorn and hatred ? To her foes, Now, and for evermore. The hour is past to fawn or crouch As suppliants for our right; Let word and deed unshrinking- Vouch The banded millions might ; Let them who scorned the fountain rill, Now dread the torrent’s roar, And bear our echoed chorus still, We’re Paddies evermore.