This hand, to tyrants ever sworn the foe, For freedom only deals the deadly blow; Then sheathes in calm repose the vengeful blade, For gentle peace in freedom's hallowed shade.
High upon the gallows tree Swung the noble-hearted three By the vengeful tyrant stricken in their bloom; But they met him face to face With the courage of their race, And they went with souls undaunted to their doom. 'God save Ireland!'said the heroes; 'God save Ireland', say they all: Whether on the scaffold high Or the battlefield we die, Oh, what matter when for Erin dear we fall.
The slow-rising central horror of "Watergate" is not that it might grind down to the reluctant impeachment of a vengeful thug of a president whose entire political career has been a monument to the same kind of cheap shots and treachery he finally got nailed for, but that we might somehow fail to learn something from it.hunter s. thompson