by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931)

Awake, awake Fianna 
Language: English 
Awake, awake, Fianna!
For through the shadows, see, 
Great Oscur is hosting hither 
Beneath the red rowan tree. 
And as we march to meet him, 
The minstrels together raise 
On joyful harp and tympan 
The mighty Oscur's praise. 

For height and might of stature, 
A giant he stands rockfast, 
And yet his foot for fleetness 
Out-runneth the Autumn blast. 
His eyes are earnest azure, 
His laughter a peal of pearls; 
The coolun round his shoulders 
A rain of ruddy curls. 

Behold, behold, his chariot 
Is bursting amid the foe! 
Oh, hark ! his dread spear hurtles; 
Their leader in blood lies low,
A bard of bards is Oscur, 
The moulder of mellow words, 
A minstrel true is Oscur 
Among the chiming chords. 


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This text was added to the website: 2015-04-08
Line count: 24
Word count: 122