King Cahill's Farewell To The Rye Field Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCDE FGC FHI JKLM

WRITTEN TO THE LONDONDERRY AIRA
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'Tira autumn sun your shadow's flung my CahillB
Upon the field where now your reapmg's doneC
Lo there And lo Your reaper's wreath of rushesD
Is on your forehead like a kingly crownE
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'And I have come to name you King of ConnachtF
And bid you where O'Connor's muster growsG
No shadow king but one to front the NormanC
And rear the standard that all Eire knows '-
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'Farewell ' he said 'farewell the field I've sickledF
Farewell the youths whose backs were bent with mineH
Farewell the maids whose singing now comes to meI
'O Brighid bless our fields our roofs our kine ''-
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'No Norman keep shall frown above your laborsJ
No pale they'll make to hold our Irish deerK
A true born scion of Connacht's kings I go nowL
This brand my father's sword shall lead your axeM
your spear '-

Padraic Colum



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