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The Rose Tree

The Rose Tree

O 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 spread on every side,

And shake the blossom from the bud

To be the gardens pride.

"But where can we draw water,

Said Pearse to Connolly,

"When all the wells are parched away?

O plain as plain can be

Theres nothing but our own red blood

Can make a right Rose Tree.

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