Thank you!
Padraig
After Aughrim's great disaster when our foe in suit was master,
It was you who first plunged in and swam the Shannon's boiling flood.
In truce we've loosed our passes you led our gallow glasses,
Although the hungry Saxon wolves were howling for our blood.
And as we crossed Tipperary we reared the clan O'Leary,
And drove a crack before us as our horsemen onward came.
With our swords and spears we'd gore them
And through flood and light we bore them,
Still Sean O Duibhir a Ghleanna
We were worsted in the game.
Long, long we kept the hillside or crouched hard by the rillside,
The sturdy knotted oaken boughs our curtain overhead.
The summer's blaze we laughed at, the winter's snow we scoffed at,
And trusted in our long steel swords to win us daily bread.
'Till the dutchman's troops came round us, in fire and steel they bound us,
They blazed the woods and mountains 'till the very clouds were flame.
Yet our sharpened swords cut through them
In their very hearts we hewed them
But Sean O Duibhir a Ghleanna
We were worsted in the game
Here's a health to your and my king, the Sovereign of our liking,
And to Sarsfield underneath whose flag we'll cast once more a chance.
For the morning's dawn will bring us across the seas and see us,
To take our stand and weald the brand among the sons of France.
And though we part in sorrow still Sean O Duibhir a Cara,
Our prayer is God Save Ireland and pour blessings on her name.
May her sons be true when needed,
May they never feel as we did
For Sean O Duibhir a Ghleanna
We were worsted in the game.
Trad.
"Sean O Duibhir" should have an acute accent over the a of Sean and the
capital O, but such is the limitation of a terminal.
Enjoy sining it, its a great song.
Andy.
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