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
- Inscription For The Tomb Of Mr. Hamilton by William Cowper
- The May-Tree by William Barnes
- Epigram on Politics by Robert Burns
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Человек
- The Moment I knew my Life had Changed by Maria Mazziotti Gillan
- Юлия Друнина – Бежала от морозов, вот беда
- Telephone Conversation by Wole Soyinka
- Four Days In Vermont by Robert Creeley
- A Woman’s Apology poem – Alfred Austin
- Before The World Was Made by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Маяковский – Рассказ одного об одной мечте
- The Torture Of Cuauhtemoc
- Стефан Малларме – Вздох
- Robert Burns: I’ll Go And Be A Sodger:
- Владимир Маяковский – Рабочий корреспондент
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).
