THE sainted isle of old, Says the Shan Van Vocht, The sainted isle of old, Says the Shan Van Vocht. The parent and the mould Of the beautiful and bold, Has her blithesome heart waxed cold? Says the Shan Van Vocht. The Saxon and the Dane, Says the Shan Van Vocht, The Saxon and the Dane Says the Shan Van Vocht, The Saxon and the Dane Our immortal hills profane; Oh! confusion seize the twain, Says the Shan Van Vocht. What are the chiefs to do? Says the Shan Van Vocht, What are the chiefs to do? Says the Shan Van Vocht. What should the chieftains do But to treat the hireling crew To a touch of Brian Boru, Says the Shan Van Vocht. They came across the wave, Says the Shan Van Vocht, They came across the wave, Says the Shan Van Vocht, They came across the wave But to plunder and enslave, And should find a robber's grave, Says the Shan Van Vocht. Then be the trusty brand, Says the Shan Van Vocht, Then be the trusty brand, Says the Shan Van Vocht, Then be the trusty brand, Firmly clutched in every hand, And we'll scourge them from the land, Says the Shan Van Vocht. There's courage yet and truth, Says the Shan Van Vocht, There's courage yet and truth, Says the Shan Van Vocht; There's a God above us all, And, whatever may befall, No invader shall enthrall, Says the Shan Van Vocht. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLUEFLAGS by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 72. THE CHOICE (2) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE LUNCH by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH WOMEN'S WAR THOUGHTS by MARY HUNTER AUSTIN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 33 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 6 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |