Saxon wiles or Saxon powers
Can enslave our land no longer,
Than your own dissensions wrong her:
Be ye one in might and mind—
Quit the mire where Cravens wallow—
And your foes shall flee like wind
From your fearless FAG A BEALAĊ!
III.
Thus the mighty Multitude
Speak in accents hoarse with sorrow—
"We are fallen, but unsubdued;
"Show us whence we Hope may borrow,
"And we'll fight your fight to-morrow.
"Be but cautious, true, and brave,
"Where ye lead us we will follow;
"Hill and valley, rock and wave,
"Shall echo back our FAG A BEALAĊ!
IV.
Fling our Sun-burst to the wind,
Studded o'er with names of glory;
Worth, and wit, and might, and mind,
Poet young, and Patriot hoary,
Long shall make it shine in story.
Close your ranks—the moment's come—
NOW, ye men of Ireland follow:
Friends of Freedom, charge them home—
Foes of freedom, FAG A BEALAĊ!
EPIGRAM.
"Well, Pat, my boy," said I, " I've had some chat
With the ground landlord of this wilderness."
"The grinding one your Honor means," grinned Pat;
"It is the tenants that are ground, I guess."
