In vain, in vain, we turn to Spain; she heeds us not; Yet may we still, by strength of will, amend our lot; O yes! our foe shall yet lie low; our swords are drawn For her, our queen, our Caitilin Ny Uallachain! Yield not to fear, the time is near. With sword in hand We soon shall chase the Saxon race far from our land. What glory then to stand as men on field and bawn And see, all sheen, our Caitilin Ny Uallachain! How tossed, how lost, with hopes all crossed, we long have been; Our gold is gone; gear have we none, as all have seen. But ships shall brave the ocean wave, and morn shall dawn On Eirè green, on Caitilin Ny Uallachain! Let none believe that lovely Eve outworn or old; Fair is her form, her blood is warm, her heart is bold! Tho' strangers long have wrought her wrong, she will not fawn, Will not prove mean, our Caitilin Ny Uallachain! Her stately air, her flowing hair, her eyes that far Pierce thro' the gloom of Banba's doom, each like a star; Her songful voice that makes rejoice hearts grief hath gnawn, Prove her our queen, our Caitilin Ny Uallachain! We will not bear the chains we wear, not bear them long! We seem bereaven, but mighty Heaven will make us strong: The God who led thro' Ocean Red all Israel on! Will aid our queen, our Caitilin Ny Uallachain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON CATULLUS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR HUMAN IGNORANCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE NATURAL FIRE by CLIFFORD ALLEN S. JOHN BAPTIST by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE BIRD FANCIER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |