When on Ramillies' bloody field The baffled French were forc'd to yield, The victor Saxon backward reel'd Before the charge of Clare's men. The flags we conquer'd in that fray Look lone in Ypres choir they say: We'll win them company today Or bravely die, like Clare's men. Vive la! for Ireland's wrong, And vive la! for Ireland's right, Vive la! in battle throng For a Spanish steed and sabre. Another Clare is here to lead, The worthy son of such a breed, The French expect some famous deed When Clare leads on his warriors. Our Colonel comes from Brian's race, His wounds are in his breast and face, The gap of danger's still his place,- The foremost of his squadron. Vive la! for Ireland's….. Oh, comrades think how Ireland pines For exiled lords and rifled shrines, - Her dearest hope the ordered lines And bursting charge of Clare's men. Then fling your green flag to the sky, Be Limerick your battle cry, And charge till blood floats fetlock high Around the track of Clare's men. Vive la! for Ireland's…..
- by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- by Charles Villiers Stanford, Sir (1852 - 1924), "Clare's dragoons", op. 76 no. 24, published 1901 [voice and piano], from Songs of Erin, no. 24, London, Boosey [text verified 1 time]
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