Whether on the scaffold high. Or on the battle-field we die Oh what matter when for Erin dear we fall. — T. D. Sullivan
Whether on the scaffold high. Or on the battle-field we die Oh what matter when for Erin dear we fall. — T. D. Sullivan
Whether on the scaffold high. Or on the battle-field we die Oh what matter when for Erin dear we fall. — T. D. Sullivan
Whether on the scaffold high. Or on the battle-field we die Oh what matter when for Erin dear we fall. — T. D. Sullivan
Whether on the scaffold high. Or on the battle-field we die Oh what matter when for Erin dear we fall. — T. D. Sullivan
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Whether on the scaffold high. Or on the battle-field we die Oh what matter when for Erin dear we fall.

— T. D. Sullivan
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