IRELAND

IRELAND

By Edmund Leamy(Senior)

I loved a love—a royal love—In the golden long ago;And she was fair as fair could be.The foam upon the broken sea,The sheen of sun, or moon, or star,The sparkle from the diamond spar,Not half so rare and radiant areAs my own love—my royal love—In the golden long ago.And she had stately palace halls—In the golden long ago;And warriors, men of stainless swords,Were seated at her festive boards,Fierce champions of her lightest words,While hymned the bard the chieftain’s praise,And sang their deed of battle days,To cheer my love, my royal love,In the golden long ago.

I loved a love—a royal love—In the golden long ago;And she was fair as fair could be.The foam upon the broken sea,The sheen of sun, or moon, or star,The sparkle from the diamond spar,Not half so rare and radiant areAs my own love—my royal love—In the golden long ago.And she had stately palace halls—In the golden long ago;And warriors, men of stainless swords,Were seated at her festive boards,Fierce champions of her lightest words,While hymned the bard the chieftain’s praise,And sang their deed of battle days,To cheer my love, my royal love,In the golden long ago.

I loved a love—a royal love—In the golden long ago;And she was fair as fair could be.The foam upon the broken sea,The sheen of sun, or moon, or star,The sparkle from the diamond spar,Not half so rare and radiant areAs my own love—my royal love—In the golden long ago.

I loved a love—a royal love—

In the golden long ago;

And she was fair as fair could be.

The foam upon the broken sea,

The sheen of sun, or moon, or star,

The sparkle from the diamond spar,

Not half so rare and radiant are

As my own love—my royal love—

In the golden long ago.

And she had stately palace halls—In the golden long ago;And warriors, men of stainless swords,Were seated at her festive boards,Fierce champions of her lightest words,While hymned the bard the chieftain’s praise,And sang their deed of battle days,To cheer my love, my royal love,In the golden long ago.

And she had stately palace halls—

In the golden long ago;

And warriors, men of stainless swords,

Were seated at her festive boards,

Fierce champions of her lightest words,

While hymned the bard the chieftain’s praise,

And sang their deed of battle days,

To cheer my love, my royal love,

In the golden long ago.

She wore a stately diadem—In the golden long ago;Wrought by a cunning craftsman’s hand,And fashioned from a battle brand,Full fit for the queen of a soldier land;Her sceptre was a sabre keen,Her robe a robe of radiant green,My queenly love, my royal love,In the golden long ago.Alas for my love, my royal love,Of the golden long ago!For gone are all her warrior bands,And rusted are her battle brands,And broken her sabre bright and keen,And torn her robe of radiant green,A slave where she was a stainless queen,My own love, my royal love,Of the golden long ago.But there is hope for my royal loveOf the golden long ago;Beyond the broad and shining seaGathers a stubborn chivalry,That yet will come to make her free,And hedge her round with gleaming spears,And crown her queen of all the years,My own love, my royal love,Of the golden long ago.

She wore a stately diadem—In the golden long ago;Wrought by a cunning craftsman’s hand,And fashioned from a battle brand,Full fit for the queen of a soldier land;Her sceptre was a sabre keen,Her robe a robe of radiant green,My queenly love, my royal love,In the golden long ago.Alas for my love, my royal love,Of the golden long ago!For gone are all her warrior bands,And rusted are her battle brands,And broken her sabre bright and keen,And torn her robe of radiant green,A slave where she was a stainless queen,My own love, my royal love,Of the golden long ago.But there is hope for my royal loveOf the golden long ago;Beyond the broad and shining seaGathers a stubborn chivalry,That yet will come to make her free,And hedge her round with gleaming spears,And crown her queen of all the years,My own love, my royal love,Of the golden long ago.

She wore a stately diadem—In the golden long ago;Wrought by a cunning craftsman’s hand,And fashioned from a battle brand,Full fit for the queen of a soldier land;Her sceptre was a sabre keen,Her robe a robe of radiant green,My queenly love, my royal love,In the golden long ago.

She wore a stately diadem—

In the golden long ago;

Wrought by a cunning craftsman’s hand,

And fashioned from a battle brand,

Full fit for the queen of a soldier land;

Her sceptre was a sabre keen,

Her robe a robe of radiant green,

My queenly love, my royal love,

In the golden long ago.

Alas for my love, my royal love,Of the golden long ago!For gone are all her warrior bands,And rusted are her battle brands,And broken her sabre bright and keen,And torn her robe of radiant green,A slave where she was a stainless queen,My own love, my royal love,Of the golden long ago.

Alas for my love, my royal love,

Of the golden long ago!

For gone are all her warrior bands,

And rusted are her battle brands,

And broken her sabre bright and keen,

And torn her robe of radiant green,

A slave where she was a stainless queen,

My own love, my royal love,

Of the golden long ago.

But there is hope for my royal loveOf the golden long ago;Beyond the broad and shining seaGathers a stubborn chivalry,That yet will come to make her free,And hedge her round with gleaming spears,And crown her queen of all the years,My own love, my royal love,Of the golden long ago.

But there is hope for my royal love

Of the golden long ago;

Beyond the broad and shining sea

Gathers a stubborn chivalry,

That yet will come to make her free,

And hedge her round with gleaming spears,

And crown her queen of all the years,

My own love, my royal love,

Of the golden long ago.

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