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Oh
words are lightly spoken
Said
Pearse to Connolly
Maybe a
breath of politic words
Has
withered our Rose Tree
Or maybe
but a wind that blows
Across
the bitter sea
It
needs to be but watered
James
Connolly replied
To make
the green come out again
And
show on every side
And
shake the blossom form the bud
To be
the Garden’s pride
But
where can we draw water
Said Pearse
to Connolly
When
all the wells are parched away
Oh
plain as plain can be
There’s
nothing but our own red blood
Can
make a right Rose Tree