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23.8.22 |
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3.15am |
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| To the Men |
| of the Army - |
| Stand calmly to your posts |
| Bend bravely and undaunted
to |
| your work |
| Let no cruel act of reprisal |
| blemish your bright honour. |
| Every dark hour the Michael |
| Collins met since 1916
seemed but |
| to steel that bright
strength of his |
| and temper his gay bravery. |
| To each of you falls his |
| unfinished work. |
| No darkness in this hour - |
| No loss of comrades will
daunt |
| you at it. |
| Ireland! The Army
serves - |
| strengthened by its sorrow. |
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|
Risteárd Ua Maolcatha |
| Chief of the General Staff |
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