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             The Immortal

              KICKHAM

               is no more.

Old Ireland she will mourn for her patriotic son,
So faithful to the land that gave him birth,
His name shines in fame, for the glory he has won
Round the homes of Tipperary's noble hearth ;
Though years he has spent in a felons lonely cell,
For loving the dear old Shamrock shore,
His name, it is left, many glories for to tell,
Of immortalized Kickham, who is no more.

                                 CHORUS—

Then, a prayer for the soul of the patriot so true,
Who fought to rise the dear old Shamrock shore ;
He's gone from our bosom, and to heaven now has fled,
The immortalized Kickham is no more.

In the year of '66 when our country was oppresed,
Kickham fought the right of many a cause,
And vowed with due justice our land would be redressed
From thoss tyrannical and cruel enacted laws ;
They feared his abilities would soon them overthrow,
And banished him, which made our hearts full sore,
To do 14 years, a martyr, was forced for to go,
The immortalized Kickham, who's no more.

His soul is in heaven with the angels and the blest,
His body 'neath the Shamrock with us lies,
His songs and his poems oft the sorrowed heart carressed,
As these bardic notes in eventide would die ;
His life it was decked with the light of brilliant gold,
His name rests in memory evermore,
His carreer it was faithful, like the Gems that died of old,
He is gone, the pride of Erin's lovely shore.

Kind friends throughout Ireland, breathe a prayer for him
who's gone,
Likewise for all the martyrs' supplicate,
Remember they fought for to right old Ireland's wrongs,
And free our land from tyrant reprobates ;
Remember he suffered in cold manacles and chains,
But now his woes and sorrows are all o'er,
He lived but for Ireland, and for Ireland he has died,
The immortalized Kickham is no more.
                                                                  P. HANLEY.