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
- Orlando Furioso Canto 4 by Ludovico Ariosto
- The Rendezvous
- The Harvest Moon by Ted Hughes
- Atavism
- Love Of Jerusalem by Yehuda Amichai
- Solitude poem – Alexander Pope
- Николай Карамзин – Луизе в день ее рождения 13 генваря, при вручении ей подарка
- Mammary Tunes by Mark R Slaughter
- The Passing of Stumpy Shore by Mervyn John Webster
- Content Written Off Ithica poem – Alfred Austin
- Looking In The Fire
- Clever Stalk by Richard Schiffman
- Magnolia Shoals by Sylvia Plath
- Pensive on Her Dead Gazing, I Heard the Mother of All. by Walt Whitman
- Brown’s Descent by Robert Frost
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).
