Erin's Address To The Hon. Thomas D'arcy Mcgee Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFEG HIEEJJGG KKLMFFGG CCKKNNGG EEOOPPGG QQCDPPGG EERRSSGG| O thou son of the dark locks and eloquent tongue | A |
| With the brain of a statesman sagacious and strong | B |
| And the heart of a poet half love and half fire | C |
| Thou hast many to love thee and more to admire | D |
| But I bore thee and nursed thee and joyed at the fame | E |
| Which the sons of the stranger have spread round thy | F |
| I am Erin green Erin the Gem of the sea name | E |
| Listen then to thy mother's voice D'Arcy McGee | G |
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| Since the crown from my head and the sceptre are gone | H |
| To the hand of the stranger who held what he won | I |
| I have borne much of sorrow of wrong and of shame | E |
| I've been spoken against with scorning and blame | E |
| But still have my daughters been spotless and fair | J |
| And my sons have been dauntless to do and to dare | J |
| For as great as thou art and most precious to me | G |
| Still thou art not my only one D'Arcy McGee | G |
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| At the bar in the senate in cassock or gown | K |
| Our foes being judges they've got them renown | K |
| On the red field of battle of glory of death | L |
| They've been true to their colours and true to their faith | M |
| And where bright swords were clashing and carnage ran high | F |
| They have taught the stern Saxon they know how to die | F |
| Well no wit poet statesman or hero can be | G |
| More dear to my heart than thou D'Arcy McGee | G |
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| Wild heads may plan glories for Erin their mother | C |
| Weak plans and wicked plans chasing each other | C |
| To me worse than the loss of a sceptre and crown | K |
| Is a spot that might tarnish my children's renown | K |
| 'Tis the laurels they win are the jewels I prize | N |
| They're the core of my heart and the light of my eyes | N |
| For my children are gems and crown jewels to me | G |
| And art thou not one of them D'Arcy McGee | G |
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| I had one son and oh need I mention his name | E |
| He who well knew where lay both our weakness and shame | E |
| His true tender heart sought to measure and know | O |
| This thing most accursed formed of babbling and woe | O |
| And his life did he dedicate freely to slay | P |
| The monster that made my bright children his prey | P |
| In the place where the wine cup flows deadly and free | G |
| The bane of the gifted oh D'Arcy McGee | G |
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| For so well hath the father of lies tried to fling | Q |
| A false glory around it so hiding the sting | Q |
| Saying wit gets its flash and high genius its fire | C |
| From the fiend that drags genius and wit through the mire | D |
| Ah 'it biteth it stingeth it eateth away | P |
| And our best and our brightest it takes for its prey | P |
| 'Tis the bowl of the helot no cup for the free | G |
| As thou very well knowest my D'Arcy McGee | G |
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| Hast thou risen my loved one and cast from thy name | E |
| All the shadows that darken thy life with their shame | E |
| Thou hast raised thyself up against wind against tide | R |
| Thou art high thou art honoured my joy and my pride | R |
| Now the song of the drunkard is chased from thy place | S |
| And my pride is relieved from this touch of disgrace | S |
| Thou wilt help to make Erin great glorious and free | G |
| And I bless thee my silver tongued D'Arcy McGee | G |
Nora Pembroke (margaret Moran Dixon Mcdougall)
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