THE FELONS OF OUR LAND.

FILL up once more, we’ll drink a toast To comrades far away; No nation on the earth can boast Of braver hearts than they. And though they sleep in dungeons deep, Or flee, outlawed and banned, We love them yet, we ne’er forget The felons of our land! In boyhood’s bloom and manhood’s pride, Foredoomed by alien laws, Some on the scaffold proudly died For holy Ireland’s cause. And brothers, say, shall we to-day Unmoved like cowards stand, While traitors shame and foes defame The felons of our land? Some in the convict’s dreary cell Have found a living tomb, And some unseen, unfriended, fell Within its silent gloom. Yet what care we, although it be Trod by a ruffian band, God bless the clay where rest to-day The felons of our land! Let cowards sneer and tyrants frown, Oh, little do we care, A felon’s cap’s the noblest crown An Irish head can wear! And every Gael in Innisfail Who scorns the serf’s vile brand, From Lee to Boyne would gladly join The felons of our land!