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 Francis A Fahy

                                            From rebel veins my life I drew,
                                            In rebel arms I lay.
                                            From rebel lips my lessons drew
                                            That steered me day by day.
                                            And rocked to rest on a rebel breast,
                                            And nursed on a rebel knee,
                                            God strenghthen still for good or ill
                                            The rebel heart in me.
                                            Chorus :
                                            The rebel heart, the rebel heart,
                                            From taint of thraldom free,
                                            God strenghthen still for good or ill
                                            The rebel heart in me.
                                            My home is where the Morven heights
                                            Rise soaring from the wave.
                                            And nature's scene and grandeur green
                                            Forbids me live a slave.
                                            The billows on the rocks that crash
                                            Still thunder out liberty,
                                            And at each crash pounds loud and fast
                                            The rebel heart in me.
                                            I've read my country's checkered page.
                                            I've sung her deathless song.
                                            I've mourned her grief from age to age,
                                            And I've burned to right her wrong.
                                            And when I saw to English law
                                            She'd never bend  her knee
                                            Oh stronger yet for Scotland beat
                                            The rebel heart in me.
Footnote : I first heard this splendid song sung by my good friend, Neil R MacCallum, in a bar session in the Golden Lion Hotel, Stirling, following a meeting of the National Council of the Scottish National Party, some thirty years ago. Thanks to Ranald McIntyre for supplying the name of the author of this Irish song. In the version above, to make it sound Scottish, Morvern has been substituted for Moher. The Moher Cliffs lie six miles north-west of Annistimon, West County Clare.


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