by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931)

O'Donnell's march
Language: English 
Oh! have you heard the tidings?
Limerick's aflame,
Kerry and the Ridings
Out in Red Hugh's name:
Till chiefs so lately mocking
Around the flag are flocking
And Dublin's towers are rocking
At O'Donnell's fame.

The rain it ran in fountains
Then there fell such frost,
That Slieve Phelim's mountains
Swift as fire he crossed.
Past every Saxon Warder
He's broke the Southern Border,
And struck in battle order
Mountjoy's startled host.

Then hail to Hugh O'Donnell!
Hail, Clan Donnell, hail!
Out of far Tyrconnell
Hosting to Kinsale!
Oh, heroes of Blackwater,
Stay not your swords of slaughter,
Until your foes ye scatter
Headlong through the Pale.


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This text was added to the website: 2016-09-13
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