The Irish Rapparees Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBBB CCDDDD EEFFFCF DDDDDD GGDDDD DDDDDD| Righ Shemus he has gone to France and left his crown behind | A |
| Ill luck be theirs both day and night put running in his mind | A |
| Lord Lucan followed after with his Slashers brave and true | B |
| And now the doleful keen is raised What will poor Ireland do | B |
| What must poor Ireland do | B |
| Our luck they say has gone to France what can poor Ireland do | B |
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| Oh never fear for Ireland for she has soldiers still | C |
| For Rory's boys are in the wood and Remy's on the hill | C |
| And never had poor Ireland more loyal hearts than these | D |
| May God be kind and good to them the faithful Rapparees | D |
| The fearless Rapparees | D |
| The jewel were you Rory with your Irish Rapparees | D |
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| Oh black's your heart Clan Oliver and colder than the clay | E |
| Oh high's your head Clan Sassenach since Sarsfield's gone away | E |
| It's little love you bear to us for the sake of long ago | F |
| But hold your hand for Ireland still can strike a deadly blow | F |
| Can strike a mortal blow | F |
| Och dar a Cr iacute ost 'tis she that still | C |
| Could strike a deadly blow | F |
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| The Master's bawn the Master's seat a surly bodagh fills | D |
| The Master's son an outlawed man is riding on the hills | D |
| But God be praised that round him throng as thick as summer bees | D |
| The swords that guarded Limerick wall his faithful Rapparees | D |
| His loving Rapparees | D |
| Who dare say no to Rory Oge with all his Rapparees | D |
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| Black Billy Grimes of Latnamard he racked us long and sore | G |
| God rest the faithful hearts he broke we'll never see them more | G |
| But I'll go bail he'll break no more while Truagh has gallows trees | D |
| For why he met one lonely night the fearless Rapparees | D |
| The angry Rapparees | D |
| They never sin no more my boys who cross the Rapparees | D |
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| Now Sassenach and Cromweller take heed of what I say | D |
| Keep down your black and angry looks that scorn us night and day | D |
| For there's a just and wrathful Judge that every action sees | D |
| And He'll make strong to right our wrong the faithful Rapparees | D |
| The fearless Rapparees | D |
| The men that rode by Sarsfield's side the roving Rapparees | D |
Charles Gavan Duffy
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