Thomas Davis Battle Poems
- 1. The Battle Eve Of The Irish Brigade
The mess-tent is full, and the glasses are set,
And the gallant Count Thomond is president yet;
The vet'ran arose, like an uplifted lance,
Crying-”Comrades, a health to the monarch of France!”
... - 2. Lament For The Death Of Eoghan Ruadh O'neill
“Did they dare, did they dare, to slay Eoghan Ruadh O'Neill?”
“Yes, they slew with poison him they feared to meet with steel.”
“May God wither up their hearts! May their blood cease to flow,
May they walk in living death, who poisoned Eoghan Ruadh.”
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