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
- A Grey Day by William Vaughn Moody
- Thrushes by Ted Hughes
- Revelation
- Владимир Маяковский – Товарищ! Фронту помог ты… (РОСТА №444)
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня микрофона
- Shivratri The Night Of Shiva While The Procession Passed At Ramesram
- To Double Lock by Pierre Reverdy
- The Immigrant
- On His Grotto at Twickenham poem – Alexander Pope
- The City Revisited by Stephen Vincent Benet
- Жан де Лафонтен – Осел со священной ношей
- On Calais Sands poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Fragmentary Blue by Robert Frost
- The Wheel Routs by William Barnes
- A Carol of Harvest, for 1867 by Walt Whitman
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).
