THE HON. EMILY LAWLESS1845-1913
1845-1913
After the Battle: early dawn, Clare coast
‘Mary mother, shield us! Say, what men are ye,Sweeping past so swiftly in this morning sea?’‘Without sails or rowlocks merrily we glideHome to Corca Bascuin on the brimming tide.’‘Jesus save you, gentry! why are ye so white,Sitting all so straight and still in this misty light?’‘Nothing ails us, brother; joyous souls are we,Sailing home together, on the morning sea.‘Cousins, friends, and kinsfolk, children of the land,Here we come together, a merry, rousing band;Sailing home together from the last great fight,Home to Clare from Fontenoy, in the morning light.‘Men of Corca Bascuin, men of Clare’s Brigade,Harken, stony hills of Clare, hear the charge we made;See us come together, singing from the fight,Home to Corca Bascuin, in the morning light.’
‘Mary mother, shield us! Say, what men are ye,Sweeping past so swiftly in this morning sea?’‘Without sails or rowlocks merrily we glideHome to Corca Bascuin on the brimming tide.’‘Jesus save you, gentry! why are ye so white,Sitting all so straight and still in this misty light?’‘Nothing ails us, brother; joyous souls are we,Sailing home together, on the morning sea.‘Cousins, friends, and kinsfolk, children of the land,Here we come together, a merry, rousing band;Sailing home together from the last great fight,Home to Clare from Fontenoy, in the morning light.‘Men of Corca Bascuin, men of Clare’s Brigade,Harken, stony hills of Clare, hear the charge we made;See us come together, singing from the fight,Home to Corca Bascuin, in the morning light.’
‘Mary mother, shield us! Say, what men are ye,Sweeping past so swiftly in this morning sea?’‘Without sails or rowlocks merrily we glideHome to Corca Bascuin on the brimming tide.’
‘Mary mother, shield us! Say, what men are ye,
Sweeping past so swiftly in this morning sea?’
‘Without sails or rowlocks merrily we glide
Home to Corca Bascuin on the brimming tide.’
‘Jesus save you, gentry! why are ye so white,Sitting all so straight and still in this misty light?’‘Nothing ails us, brother; joyous souls are we,Sailing home together, on the morning sea.
‘Jesus save you, gentry! why are ye so white,
Sitting all so straight and still in this misty light?’
‘Nothing ails us, brother; joyous souls are we,
Sailing home together, on the morning sea.
‘Cousins, friends, and kinsfolk, children of the land,Here we come together, a merry, rousing band;Sailing home together from the last great fight,Home to Clare from Fontenoy, in the morning light.
‘Cousins, friends, and kinsfolk, children of the land,
Here we come together, a merry, rousing band;
Sailing home together from the last great fight,
Home to Clare from Fontenoy, in the morning light.
‘Men of Corca Bascuin, men of Clare’s Brigade,Harken, stony hills of Clare, hear the charge we made;See us come together, singing from the fight,Home to Corca Bascuin, in the morning light.’
‘Men of Corca Bascuin, men of Clare’s Brigade,
Harken, stony hills of Clare, hear the charge we made;
See us come together, singing from the fight,
Home to Corca Bascuin, in the morning light.’