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A Lament For The Princes Of Tyrone And Tyrconnel Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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O woman of the piercing wail	A
Who mournest o'er yon mound of clay	B
With sigh and groan	C
Would God thou wert among the Gael	A
Thou would'st not then from day to day	B
Weep thus alone	C
'Twere long before around a grave	D
In green Tyrconnel one could find	E
This loneliness	F
Near where Beann Boirche's banners wave	D
Such grief as thine could ne'er have pined	E
Companionless	F
	-
Beside the wave in Donegal	A
In Antrim's glens or fair Dromore	G
Or Killilee	A
Or where the sunny waters fall	A
At Assaroe near Erna shore	G
This could not be	H
On Derry's plains in rich Drumcliff	D
Throughout Armagh the Great renowned	I
In olden years	F
No day could pass but woman's grief	D
Would rain upon the burial ground	I
Fresh floods of tears	F
	-
O no From Shannon Boyne and Suir	G
From high Dunluce's castle walls	F
From Lissadill	A
Would flock alike both rich and poor	G
One wail would rise from Cruachan's halls	F
To Tara Hill	A
And some would come from Barrow side	J
And many a maid would leave her home	K
On Leitrim's plains	F
And by melodious Banna's tide	J
And by the Mourne and Erne to come	L
And swell thy strains	F
	-
O horses' hoofs would trample down	M
The mount whereon the martyr saint	N
Was crucified	J
From glen and hill from plain and town	M
One loud lament one thrilling plaint	J
Would echo wide	J
There would not soon be found I ween	M
One foot of ground among those bands	F
For museful thought	J
So many shriekers of the keen	M
Would cry aloud and clap their hands	F
All woe distraught	J
	-
Two princes of the line of Conn	M
Sleep in their cells of clay beside	J
O'Donnell Roe	G
Three royal youths alas are gone	M
Who lived for Erin's weal but died	J
For Erin's woe	G
Ah could the men of Ireland read	J
The names those noteless burial stones	F
Display to view	D
Their wounded hearts afresh would bleed	J
Their tears gush forth again their groans	F
Resound anew	D
	-
The youths whose relics moulder here	G
Were sprung from Hugh high prince and lord	J
Of Aileach's lands	F
Thy noble brothers justly dear	G
Thy nephew long to be deplored	J
By Ulster's bands	F
Theirs were not souls wherein dull time	O
Could domicile decay or house	F
Decrepitude	J
They passed from earth ere manhood's prime	O
Ere years had power to dim their brows	F
Or chill their blood	J
	-
And who can marvel o'er thy grief	D
Or who can blame thy flowing tears	F
Who knows their source	F
O'Donnell Dunnasava's chief	D
Cut off amid his vernal years	F
Lies here a corse	F
Beside his brother Cathbar whom	P
Tyrconnell of the Helmets mourns	F
In deep despair	G
For valour truth and comely bloom	P
For all that greatens and adorns	F
A peerless pair	G
	-
Oh had these twain and he the third	J
The Lord of Mourne O'Niall's son	M
Their mate in death	Q
A prince in look in deed and word	J
Had these three heroes yielded on	M
The field their breath	Q
Oh had they fallen on Criffan's plain	M
There would not be a town or clan	M
From shore to sea	H
But would with shrieks bewail the slain	M
Or chant aloud the exulting rann	M
Of jubilee	H
	-
When high the shout of battle rose	F
On fields where Freedom's torch still burned	J
Through Erin's gloom	P
If one if barely one of those	F
Were slain all Ulster would have mourned	J
The hero's doom	P
If at Athboy where hosts of brave	D
Ulidian horsemen sank beneath	R
The shock of spears	F
Young Hugh O'Neill had found a grave	D
Long must the North have wept his death	Q
With heart wrung tears	F
	-
If on the day of Ballach myre	G
The Lord of Mourne had met thus young	S
A warrior's fate	J
In vain would such as thou desire	G
To mourn alone the champion sprung	S
From Niall the Great	J
No marvel this for all the dead	J
Heaped on the field pile over pile	A
At Mullach brack	T
Were scarce an eric for his head	J
If death had stayed his footsteps while	A
On victory's track	T
	-
If on the Day of Hostages	F
The fruit had from the parent bough	U
Been rudely torn	M
In sight of Munster's bands MacNee's	F
Such blow the blood of Conn I trow	G
Could ill have borne	M
If on the day of Ballach boy	V
Some arm had laid by foul surprise	F
The chieftain low	G
Even our victorious shout of joy	V
Would soon give place to rueful cries	F
And groans of woe	G
	-
If on the day the Saxon host	J
Were forced to fly a day so great	J
For Ashanee	M
The Chief had been untimely lost	J
Our conquering troops should moderate	J
Their mirthful glee	H
There would not lack on Lifford's day	J
From Galway from the glens of Boyle	A
From Limerick's towers	F
A marshalled file a long array	J
Of mourners to bedew the soil	A
With tears in showers	F
	-
If on the day a sterner fate	J
Compelled his flight from Athenree	J
His blood had flowed	J
What numbers all disconsolate	J
Would come unasked and share with thee	H
Affliction's load	J
If Derry's crimson field had seen	M
His life blood offered up though 'twere	J
On Victory's shrine	M
A thousand cries would swell the keen	M
A thousand voices of despair	J
Would echo thine	M
	-
Oh had the fierce Dalcassian swarm	W
That bloody night of Fergus' banks	F
But slain our Chief	D
When rose his camp in wild alarm	X
How would the triumph of his ranks	F
be dashed with grief	D
How would the troops of Murbach Mourn	M
If on the Curlew Mountains' day	J
Which England rued	J
Some Saxon hand had left them lorn	M
By shedding there amid the fray	J
Their prince's blood	J
	-
Red would have been our warriors' eyes	F
Had Roderick found on Sligo's field	J
A gory grave	D
No Northern Chief would soon arise	F
So sage to guide so strong to shield	J
So swift to save	D
Long would Leith Cuinn have wept if Hugh	D
Had met the death he oft had dealt	J
Among the foe	G
But had our Roderick fallen too	D
All Erin must alas have felt	J
The deadly blow	G
	-
What do I say Ah woe is me	H
Already we bewail in vain	M
Their fatal fall	A
And Erin once the great and free	H
Now vainly mourns her breakless chain	M
And iron thrall	A
Then daughter of O'Donnell dry	J
Thine overflowing eyes and turn	M
Thy heart aside	J
For Adam's race is born to die	J
And sternly the sepulchral urn	M
Mocks human pride	J
	-
Look not nor sigh for earthly throne	M
Nor place thy trust in arm of clay	J
But on thy knees	F
Uplift thy soul to God Alone	M
For all things go their destined way	J
As He decrees	F
Embrace the faithful crucifix	F
And seek the path of pain and prayer	J
Thy Saviour trod	J
Nor let thy spirit intermix	F
With earthly hope with worldly care	J
Its groans to God	J
	-
And Thou O mighty Lord Whose Ways	F
Are far above our feeble minds	F
To understand	J
Sustain us in these doleful days	F
And render light the chain that binds	F
Our fallen land	J