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 YZYZH

Farewell O Patrick Sarsfield may luck be on your pathA
Your camp is broken up your work is marred for yearsB
But you go to kindle into flame the King of France's wrathA
Though you leave sick Eire in tearsC
Och ochoneD
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May the white sun and moon rain glory on your headE
All hero as you are and holy man of GodF
To you the Saxons owe a many an hour of dreadE
In the land you have often trodF
Och ochoneD
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The Son of Mary guard and bless you to the endG
'Tis altered is the time when your legions were astirH
When at Cullen you were hailed as conqueror and friendG
And you crossed Narrow water near BirrH
Och ochoneD
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I'll journey to the north over mount moor and waveI
'Twas there I first beheld drawn up in file and lineD
The brilliant Irish hosts they were bravest of the braveI
But alas they scorned to combineD
Och ochoneD
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I saw the royal Boyne when his billows flashed with bloodJ
I fought at Graine Og when a thousand horsemen fellK
On the dark empurpled plain of Aughrim too I stoodL
On the plain by Tubberdonny's wellK
Och ochoneD
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To the heroes of Limerick the City of the FightsM
Be my best blessing borne on the wings of the airH
We had card playing there o'er our camp fires at nightN
And the Word of Life too and prayerH
Och ochoneD
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But for you Londerderry may plague smite and slayO
Your people May ruin desolate you stone by stoneD
Through you there's many a gallant youth lies coffinless todayO
With the winds for mourners aloneD
Och ochoneD
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I clomb the high hill on a fair summer noonD
And saw the Saxons muster clad in armour blinding brightN
Oh rage withheld my hand or gunsman and dragoonD
Should have supped with Satan that nightN
Och ochoneD
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How many a noble soldier how many a cavalierH
Careered along this road seven fleeting weeks agoP
With silver hilted sword with matchlock and with spearH
Who now mavrone lieth lowP
Och ochoneD
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All hail to thee Beinn Eidir but ah on thy browH
I see a limping soldier who battled and who bledE
Last year in the cause of the Stuart though nowH
The worthy is begging his breadE
Och ochoneH
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And Diarmid oh Diarmid he perished in the strifeQ
His head it was spiked upon a halberd highR
His colours they were trampled he had no chance of lifeQ
If the Lord God Himself stood byR
Och ochoneH
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But most oh my woe I lament and lamentS
For the ten valient heroes who dwelt nigh the NoreH
And my three blessed brothers they left me and wentS
To the wars and returned no moreH
Och ochoneH
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On the bridge of the Boyne was our first overthrowH
By Slaney the next for we battled without restT
The third was at Aughrim O Eire thy woeH
Is a sword in my bleeding breastT
Och ochoneH
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Oh the roof above our heads it was barbarously firedU
While the black Orange guns blazed and bellowed aroundV
And as volley followed volley Colonel Mitchel inquiredU
Whether Lucan still stood his groundV
Och ochoneH
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But O'Kelly still remains to defy and to toilW
He has memories that hell won't permit him to forgetX
And a sword that will make the blue blood flow like oilW
Upon many an Aughrim yetX
Och ochoneH
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And I never shall believe that my fatherland can fallY
With the Burkes and the Dukes and the son of Royal JamesZ
And Talbot the captain and Sarsfield above allY
The beloved of damsels and damesZ
Och ochoneH

James Clarence Mangan



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