The Dugannon Convention Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCCDDEEFF A GGHHIIJJKK A LLMMFFNNJJ J OOFFFFPQRR J FFJJSSTTUU| I | A |
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| The church of Dungannon is full to the door | B |
| And sabre and spur clash at times on the floor | B |
| While helmet and shako are ranged all along | C |
| Yet no book of devotion is seen in the throng | C |
| In the front of the altar no minister stands | D |
| But the crimson clad chief of these warrior bands | D |
| And though solemn the looks and the voices around | E |
| You'd listen in vain for a litany's sound | E |
| Say what do they hear in the temple of prayer | F |
| Oh why in the fold has the lion his lair | F |
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| II | A |
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| Sad wounded and wan was the face of our isle | G |
| By English oppression and falsehood and guile | G |
| Yet when to invade it a foreign fleet steered | H |
| To guard it for England the North volunteered | H |
| From the citizen soldiers the foe fled aghast | I |
| Still they stood to their guns when the danger had passed | I |
| For the voice of America came o'er the wave | J |
| Crying Woe to the tyrant and hope to the slave | J |
| Indignation and shame through their regiments speed | K |
| They have arms in their hands and what more do they need | K |
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| III | A |
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| O'er the green hills of Ulster their banners are spread | L |
| The cities of Leinster resound to their tread | L |
| The valleys of Munster with ardour are stirred | M |
| And the plains of wild Connaught their bugles have heard | M |
| A Protestant front rank and Catholic rere | F |
| For forbidden the arms of freemen to bear | F |
| Yet foemen and friend are full sure if need be | N |
| The slave for his country will stand by the free | N |
| By green flags supported the Orange flags wave | J |
| And the soldier half turns to unfetter the slave | J |
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| IV | J |
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| More honoured that church of Dungannon is now | O |
| Than when at its altar communicants bow | O |
| More welcome to heaven than anthem or prayer | F |
| Are the rites and the thoughts of the warriors there | F |
| In the name of all Ireland the Delegates swore | F |
| We've suffered too long and we'll suffer no more | F |
| Unconquered by Force we were vanquished by Fraud | P |
| And now in God's temple we vow unto God | Q |
| That never again shall the Englishman bind | R |
| His chains on our limbs or his laws on our mind | R |
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| V | J |
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| The church of Dungannon is empty once more | F |
| No plumes on the altar no clash on the floor | F |
| But the councils of England are fluttered to see | J |
| In the cause of their country the Irish agree | J |
| So they give as a boon what they dare not withhold | S |
| And Ireland a nation leaps up as of old | S |
| With a name and a trade and a flag of her own | T |
| And an army to fight for the people and throne | T |
| But woe worth the day if to falsehood or fears | U |
| She surrenders the guns of her brave Volunteers | U |
Thomas Osborne Davis
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