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I
am a true-born Irishman
John
Mitchel is my name
To
free my own brave countrymen
From
Newry town I came ...

I
struggled hard both night and day
To
free my native land
For
which I was transported
As
you may understand.
When
first I joined my countrymen
Was
the year of ‘42
And
then what followed after that
I’ll
quickly tell to you
I
raised the standard of Repeal
And
gloried in the deed
I
vowed to heaven I ne’er would rest
Till
Ireland
would be free.
Farewell
my gallant countrymen
It
grieves my heart full sore
To
think that I must part from you
Perhaps
forever more
The
love I have for my native land
I
know no other crime
That’s
the reason I must go
Unto
a foreign clime.
When
I was in prison fast confined
Awaiting
my trial day
My
loving wife she came to me
And
this to me did say
“John,
my dear, cheer up your heart
Undaunted
always be!
It’s
better to die for Ireland’s
rights
Than
to live in slavery”.
When
I received my sentence
In
cold irons I was bound
With
hundreds of my countrymen
Assembled
all around
My
liberty was offered me
If
I forsook the cause
I’d
rather die a thousand deaths
Than
forsake my Irish boys.
I
was placed upon a convict ship
Without
the least delay
For
Bermuda’s Isle our course was steered
And
I’ll ne’er forget that day
As
I stood upon the deck
To
take one farewell view
I
shed a tear, but not from fear
My
native land for you.
Adieu,
adieu to Newry town
And
likewise Dublin
too
And
to the young and tender babes
Alas,
what will they do?
But
there’s one request I ask of you
When
your liberty you gain
Remember
Mitchel far away
A
convict bound in chains.
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