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Tear out the page his hand hath writ in blood. / Aye! tho' a decade filled with mighty deeds / That page records; what though in it the seeds / Of greater freedom sprung, than ever stood / On any shore, to shadow freedom's brood. / The lordly oak from which a fleet proceeds / May fall unhonoured; can mere party needs / Fill "your" hands too, with this consenting mud? / We Irishmen found only shade to die / Within the shadow of that mighty tree; / But you base Englishmen it bore on high, / And girt your commerce safe on many a sea: / O! may the people Cromwell taught, deny / Your right within these walls, and turn the key!