A Farewell To Patrick Sarsfield, Earl Of Lucan Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACD EFEFD GHGHD IDIDD JKLKD MHNHD ODODD DNDND HPHPD HEHEH QRQRH SHSHH HTHTH UVUVH WXWXH YZYZHFarewell O Patrick Sarsfield may luck be on your path | A |
Your camp is broken up your work is marred for years | B |
But you go to kindle into flame the King of France's wrath | A |
Though you leave sick Eire in tears | C |
Och ochone | D |
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May the white sun and moon rain glory on your head | E |
All hero as you are and holy man of God | F |
To you the Saxons owe a many an hour of dread | E |
In the land you have often trod | F |
Och ochone | D |
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The Son of Mary guard and bless you to the end | G |
'Tis altered is the time when your legions were astir | H |
When at Cullen you were hailed as conqueror and friend | G |
And you crossed Narrow water near Birr | H |
Och ochone | D |
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I'll journey to the north over mount moor and wave | I |
'Twas there I first beheld drawn up in file and line | D |
The brilliant Irish hosts they were bravest of the brave | I |
But alas they scorned to combine | D |
Och ochone | D |
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I saw the royal Boyne when his billows flashed with blood | J |
I fought at Graine Og when a thousand horsemen fell | K |
On the dark empurpled plain of Aughrim too I stood | L |
On the plain by Tubberdonny's well | K |
Och ochone | D |
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To the heroes of Limerick the City of the Fights | M |
Be my best blessing borne on the wings of the air | H |
We had card playing there o'er our camp fires at night | N |
And the Word of Life too and prayer | H |
Och ochone | D |
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But for you Londerderry may plague smite and slay | O |
Your people May ruin desolate you stone by stone | D |
Through you there's many a gallant youth lies coffinless today | O |
With the winds for mourners alone | D |
Och ochone | D |
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I clomb the high hill on a fair summer noon | D |
And saw the Saxons muster clad in armour blinding bright | N |
Oh rage withheld my hand or gunsman and dragoon | D |
Should have supped with Satan that night | N |
Och ochone | D |
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How many a noble soldier how many a cavalier | H |
Careered along this road seven fleeting weeks ago | P |
With silver hilted sword with matchlock and with spear | H |
Who now mavrone lieth low | P |
Och ochone | D |
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All hail to thee Beinn Eidir but ah on thy brow | H |
I see a limping soldier who battled and who bled | E |
Last year in the cause of the Stuart though now | H |
The worthy is begging his bread | E |
Och ochone | H |
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And Diarmid oh Diarmid he perished in the strife | Q |
His head it was spiked upon a halberd high | R |
His colours they were trampled he had no chance of life | Q |
If the Lord God Himself stood by | R |
Och ochone | H |
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But most oh my woe I lament and lament | S |
For the ten valient heroes who dwelt nigh the Nore | H |
And my three blessed brothers they left me and went | S |
To the wars and returned no more | H |
Och ochone | H |
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On the bridge of the Boyne was our first overthrow | H |
By Slaney the next for we battled without rest | T |
The third was at Aughrim O Eire thy woe | H |
Is a sword in my bleeding breast | T |
Och ochone | H |
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Oh the roof above our heads it was barbarously fired | U |
While the black Orange guns blazed and bellowed around | V |
And as volley followed volley Colonel Mitchel inquired | U |
Whether Lucan still stood his ground | V |
Och ochone | H |
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But O'Kelly still remains to defy and to toil | W |
He has memories that hell won't permit him to forget | X |
And a sword that will make the blue blood flow like oil | W |
Upon many an Aughrim yet | X |
Och ochone | H |
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And I never shall believe that my fatherland can fall | Y |
With the Burkes and the Dukes and the son of Royal James | Z |
And Talbot the captain and Sarsfield above all | Y |
The beloved of damsels and dames | Z |
Och ochone | H |
James Clarence Mangan
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