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.
- by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Charles Villiers Stanford, Sir (1852 - 1924), "O'Donnell's march", op. 76 no. 29, published 1901 [voice and piano], from Songs of Erin, no. 29, London, Boosey [text verified 1 time]
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