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At Easter time, ninteen sixteen
When flowers bloomed and trees were green
There dawned a day when Freedom's cry
Called out brave men to fight and die
They were the men with the vision, the men with the cause
The men who defied their opressor's laws
The men who traded their chains for guns
Born into slavery they were Freedom's sons
In Dublin Town they fought and died
With Pearse, Mac Dermott and Mac Bride
"Ourselves alone!" their battle cry
And Freedom sang to the Easter sky
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A poets dream had sparked the flame
A raging fire it soon became
And from that fire called Destiny
There rose a nation proud and free
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Six counties are in bondage still
Those men who died was this their will?
Until they're free and opression's ceased
Only then can they rest in peace
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