William O Kelly

Not since the Gael was sold
At Aughrim! Not since to cold,
Dull death went Owen Roe!
Not since the drowning of Clann Adam in the days of Noe
Brought men to hush!
Has such a tale of woe
Come to us
In such a rush!

The True Flower of the Blood of the Place
Has fallen!
The True Clean-Wheat of the Gael
Is reaped!

Destruction be upon Death!
For he has come,
And taken from our tree
The topmost Blackberry!
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