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He said that he was not our brother-- The mongrel! he said what we knew-- No, Erin! our dear Island--mother, He ne'er had his black blood from you! And what though the milk of your bosom Gave vigor and health to his veins-- He was but a foul foreign blossom, Blown hither to poison our plains! He said that the sword had enslaved us-- That still at its point we must kneel-- The liar!--though often it braved us, We cross'd it with hardier steel! This witness his Richard--our vassal! His Essex--whose plumes we trod down! His Willy--whose peerless sword--tassel We tarnish'd at Limeric town! No! falsehood and feud were our evils, While force not a fetter could twine-- Come Northmen,--come Normans,--come Devils! We gave them our Sparth to the chine! And if once again he would try us, To the music of trumpet and drum, And no traitor among us or nigh us-- Let him come, the Brigand! let him come! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE IRISH MOTHER IN THE PENAL DAYS by JOHN BANIM BOUCHELLEEN-BAWN by JOHN BANIM DAMON AND PYTHIAS, SELS. by JOHN BANIM DAMON TO THE SYRACUSANS by JOHN BANIM DESIRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LIVE AND HELP LIVE by EDWIN MARKHAM |
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