The Rebel The Wolfe Tones
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I've come of the seed of the people
Of a people who sorrow
That have no treasures but hope
No riches laid up
But a memory of an ancient glory
My mother, she bore me in bondage
In bondage my mother was born
I'm of the blood of serfs
The children with whom I have played
The men and women with whom I have eaten
Have masters over them
Been under the lash of masters
Though gentlе had search of
[Chorus]
Oh ro, freedom, freedom
Oh ro freedom, freedom, oh ro
Oh ro freedom, freedom
Oh ro freedom, freedom, oh ro
The hands that have touchеd mine
The dear hands whose touch is so familiar to me
Have worn shameful manacles
Been bitten at the wrist by manacles
Grown hard with the manacles and taskbook of strange earls
Of a people who sorrow
That have no treasures but hope
No riches laid up
But a memory of an ancient glory
My mother, she bore me in bondage
In bondage my mother was born
I'm of the blood of serfs
The children with whom I have played
The men and women with whom I have eaten
Have masters over them
Been under the lash of masters
Though gentlе had search of
[Chorus]
Oh ro, freedom, freedom
Oh ro freedom, freedom, oh ro
Oh ro freedom, freedom
Oh ro freedom, freedom, oh ro
The hands that have touchеd mine
The dear hands whose touch is so familiar to me
Have worn shameful manacles
Been bitten at the wrist by manacles
Grown hard with the manacles and taskbook of strange earls
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