ON the green hills of Ulster the white cross waves high, And the beacon of war throws its flames to the sky; Now the taunt and the threat let the coward endure, Our hope is in God and in Rory O'Moore! Do you ask why the beacon and banner of war On the mountains of Ulster are seen from afar! 'Tis the signal our rights to regain and secure, Through God and our Lady and Rory O'Moore! For the merciless Scots, with their creed and their swords, With war in their bosoms, and peace in their words, Have sworn the bright light of our faith to obscure, But our hope is in God and Rory O'Moore. Oh! lives there a traitor who'd shrink from the strife, Who, to add to the length of a forfeited life, His country, his kindred, his faith would abjure? No! we'll strike for our God and for Rory O'Moore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RESURRECTION UPDATE by JAMES GALVIN SYNOPSIS OF A FAILED POEM by JAMES GALVIN WHAT I'VE BELIEVED IN by JAMES GALVIN ESTRANGEMENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUNSET by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO ATLANTA UNIVERSITY - ITS FOUNDERS AND TEACHERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DILIGENCE IS TO MAGIC AS PROGRESS IS TO FLIGHT by MARIANNE MOORE |