Irish American
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When their horses came thundering over the plain,
François, did you fear they would take you away?
Did you fear where they’d carry you, fear what they’d do?
Did you long for the sounds of the brown Rio Grande,
My forebears ran through hills of green,
Their children gathered humble blooms
And carried them in bunches home,
They swam through white-and-turquoise seas,
Had no man taught me otherwise,
