ÁINE UÍ CHEALLAIGH: PEACE IN ERIN Were all mankind inclined like me, To live in peace and unity, No more contention there would be, Among the men of Erin. Originally we were all sprung, From father Adam, old and young, These words should fall from every tongue: We will cherish peace in Erin. We're formed by one Deity, To worship him, let's all agree, And live in peace and harmony With every class in Erin. On Sundays, if our paths should lie, To Clough, or to the Glens* hard by, Why should this weaken friendship's tie, Between the men of Erin! What land can boast so pure an air; Or men so fine, or maids so fair, Or who was e'en renowned in war, Above the men of Erin? Their courage far abroad is known, On the field of Mars their victory shone; Then let us cultivate at home, The laws of peace in Erin! If fortune fair and commerce shine, Upon my own, my native isle, Not Egypt with her flowing Nile, Could equal thee, dear Erin; Your lapping lakes and flowing streams, And verdant groves where music rings, And health, with healing in her wings, Would bless this land of Erin. 'Tis principle that shows the man, This is the one, the only plan, And one that I have built upon, When rambling through old Erin. So let us, in this present day, Cast prejudice and spleen away, Far, far across the Atlantic Sea, And all join hands in Erin! *This refers to the political topography of Northern Ireland. In previously planted areas, Catholics tend to live on the high ground, Protestants in the <b>...</b>