I. WRAP him in his banner, the best shroud of the brave -- Wrap him in his @3onchu@1, and take him to his grave -- Lay him not down lowly, like bulwark overthrown, But, gallantly upstanding, as if risen from his throne, With his @3craiseach@1 in his hand, and his sword on his thigh, With his war-belt on his waist, and his @3cathbharr@1 on high -- Put his @3fleasg@1 upon his neck -- his green flag round him fold, Like ivy round a castle wall -- not conquered, but grown old -- @3Mhuire as truagh! A mhuire as truagh! A mhuire as truagh! ochon!@1 Weep for him! Oh! weep for him, but remember, in your moan, That he died, in his pride, -- with his foes about him strown. II. Oh! shrine him in Beinn-Edair with his face to wards the foe, As an emblem that not death our defiance can lay low -- Let him look across the waves from the promontory's breast, To menace back The East, and to sentinel The West; Sooner shall these channel waves the iron coast cut through, Than the spirit he has left, yield, Easterlings! to you -- Let his coffin be the hill, let the eagles of the sea Chorus with the surges round, the @3tuireamh@1 of the free! @3'Mhuire as truagh! A mhuire as truagh! A mhuire as truagh! ochon!@1 Weep for him! Oh! weep for him, but remember, in your moan, That he died, in his pride, -- with his foes about him strown! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADDRESS TO THE UNCO GUID, OR THE RIGIDLY RIGHTEOUS by ROBERT BURNS SWEENEY AMONG THE NIGHTINGALES by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT RONDEAU by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT TO MRS. THRALE [ON HER COMPLETING HER THIRTY-FIFTH YEAR] by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) |