The Gallant Irish yeoman
Home from the war has come
Each victory gained o’er foeman
Why should our bards be dumb.
How shall we sing their praises
Our glory in their deeds
Renowned their worth amazes
Empire their prowess needs.
So to Old Ireland’s hearts and homes
We welcome now our own brave boys
In cot and Hall; neath lordly domes
Love’s heroes share once more our joys.
Love is the Lord of all just now
Be he the husband, lover, son,
Each dauntless soul recalls the vow
By which not fame, but love was won.
United now in fond embrace
Salute with joy each well-loved face
Yeoman: in women’s hearts you hold the place.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Or from that Sea of Time. by Walt Whitman
- Not My Enemies Ever Invade Me. by Walt Whitman
- Night At The Marina by Shreekumar Varma
- A Poet I knew by Martin Zakovski
- Ballade Of The Dead Cities poem – Andrew Lang poems
- If It Is True What the Prophets Write by William Blake
- In May by William Henry Davies
- The Bayadere
- The Ice Palace by William Cowper
- Red Hanrahan’s Song About Ireland by William Butler Yeats
- Карина, ты моя любимая
- Sonnet CXIX by William Shakespeare
- Robert Burns: The Lad They Ca’Jumpin John:
- 10 Things I Do Every Day by Ted Berrigan
- In Tempore Senectutis poem – Ezra Pound poems
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
