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
- To Natasha poem – Alexander Pushkin
- Epistle to James Tennant of Glenconner by Robert Burns
- Heart To Heart by Rita Dove
- Baby’s Way by Rabindranath Tagore
- Владимир Корнилов – Слово
- Elegy
- “What ails you, Ocean, that nor near nor far” poem – Alfred Austin
- Жан де Лафонтен – Лисица и Аист
- The Tame Bird Was In A Cage by Rabindranath Tagore
- Эмиль Верхарн – Законы
- I Make My bed Of Roses by Timothy Thomas Fortune
- Ploughing the land by Yosa Buson
- Lalila To The Ferengi Lover
- Жан де Лафонтен – Два Мула
- Ballad on Mr. Heron’s Election—No. 3 by Robert Burns
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).
