I. I WANDERED at eve by Glengariff's sweet water, Half in the shade, and half in the moon. And thought of the time when the Sacsanach slaughter Reddened the night and darkened the noon; @3Mo nuar! mo nuar! mo nuar!@1 I said, -- When I think, in this valley and sky -- Where true lovers and poets should sigh -- Of the time when its chieftain O'Sullivan fled. II. Then my mind went along with O'Sullivan marching Over Musk'ry's moors and Ormond's plain, His @3curachs@1 the waves of the Shannon o'erarching, And his pathway mile-marked with the slain: @3Mo nuar! mo nuar! mo nuar!@1 I said, -- Yet 'twas better far from you to go, And to battle with torrent and foe, Than linger as slaves where your sweet waters spread. III. But my fancy burst on, like a clan o'er the border, To times that seemed almost at hand, When grasping her banner. old Erin's @3Lamh Laidir@1 Alone shall rule over the rescued land; @3O baotho! O baotho! O baotho!@1 I said, -- Be our marching as steady and strong, And freemen our valleys shall throng, When the last of our foemen is vanquished and fled! |