Clare's Dragoons
| Thomas Osbourne Davis |
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| When on Ramilles� bloody field The baffled French were forced to yield, The victor Saxon backward reeled Before the charge of Clare�s Dragoons. The flags we conquered in that fray Look lone in Ypres choir they say, We�ll win them company today, Or bravely die like Clare�s Dragoons. Viva la, for Ireland�s wrong! Viva la, for Ireland�s right! Viva la, in battle throng, For a Spanish steed and a sabre bright! The brave old lord died near the fight, But for each drop he lost that night A Saxon cavalier shall bite The dust, before Lord Clare�s Dragoons. For never, when our spurs were set, And never, when our sabres met, Could we the Saxon soldiers get To stand the shock of Clare�s dragoons. Viva la, the New Brigade! Viva la, the old one too! Viva la, the Rose shall fade And the Shamrock shine for ever new! O comrades! Think how Ireland pines, Her exiled lords, her rifled shrines, Her dearest hope the ordered lines And bursting charge of Clare�s Dragoons. Then fling the Green Flag to the sky, And �Limerick!� be your battle cry, And charge til blood flows fetlock-high Around the track of Clare�s Dragoons! This page has been viewed 1304 times |
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