The Journal of the American-Irish Historical Society (1915) (14577068370)

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Title: The Journal of the American-Irish Historical Society
Year: 1915 (1910s)
Authors: American-Irish Historical Society
Subjects: American-Irish Historical Society Irish Americans Ethnology
Publisher: Boston, Mass. : The Society
Contributing Library: Allen County Public Library Genealogy Center
Digitizing Sponsor: Internet Archive



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ss each to welcome us, And a plough to break the mold. Says one, I want no Indian queen: A Spanish dame for me.But cries my heart for my colleen, My life, my wife to be.Oh, whats the land, the gold without My maid of Killalee?So spring to your cayuses, boys, As soon as chirps the day. The golden lands ahead of us, The calls from Monterey:Hurrah, hurrah the Golden land! And slainthe, Monterey! They came with the rest in the glamor of gold,Over the high mountain passes they struggled,With pick and with shovel and rocker they toiled,And plucked the gold nuggets and sifted the dust.Hardly they won it, and wildly they spent it;Then on by the streams till they yielded no more.Some from the Isthmus came, rocked on the ocean,Farmers for plough lands and priests for devotion,A pioneer Ireland that swarmed down the valleys,Breathing in freedom the air of the free.Some neath the starry flag over the mountainsMarched with our Kearny for seizing and holdingThe land in the lap of the Union forever,
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JOHN J. BARRETT. ESQ. Reproduction by Anna Frances Levins. ORATION BY JOHN J. BARRETT. 297 Its outpost majestic, confronting the sea.Hardy the race for its battle with nature,Charming with laughter its heaviest toil,Sturdy to build up the towns and the cities,Brainy to plan them and wisely to rule,Learned to lead in the forum and school.Names that shine still on the peaks of endeavor,Rise from our hundreds of thousands in clustersWinning, deserving live honors and trust:Broderick, Tobin, Donahue, Doyle.Phelans that, father and son, win our tribute,Mackay, Flood, Fair of the silver bonanzas;Soldiers who rose on the red field to gloryPouring their lives that the Union might live,Treading the ways that the patriots trod;Prelates whose ministries flamed fore our altars,Lighting mans road to the feet of our God.And rough-clad or silk-clad, the Celt, man and woman,Warm-hearted, loyal, enjoying and loving,Humble or boldly upreaching for fame,Stands for the Commonwealths safety and honor,To l