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First Line: My love to fight the saxon goes
Last Line: Wheel.
Subject(s): Ireland; Patriotism; Spinning; Irish


MY love to fight the Saxon goes,
And bravely shines his sword of steel;
A heron's feather decks his brows,
And a spur on either heel;
His steed is blacker than the sloe,
And fleeter than the falling star;
Amid the surging ranks he'll go
And shout for joy of war.
Twinkle, twinkle, pretty spindle; let the white
wool drift and dwindle
Oh! we weave a damask doublet for my Love's
coat of steel.
rk! the timid, turning treadle crooning soft,
old-fashioned ditties
To the low, slow murmur of the brown round
wheel.

My love is pledged to Ireland's fight;
My love would die for Ireland's weal,
To win her back her ancient right,
And make her foemen reel.
Oh! close I'll clasp him to my breast
When homeward from the war he comes;
The fires shall light the mountain's crest,
The valley peal with drums.
Twinkle, twinkle, pretty spindle; let the white
wool drift and dwindle
Oh! we weave a damask doublet for my love's
coat of steel.
Hark! the timid, turning treadle crooning soft
old-fashioned ditties
To the love slow murmur of the brown round
wheel.




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