ROLLESTON
In a quiet-water’d land, a land of roses,Stands Saint Kieran’s city fair;And the warriors of Erinn in their famous generationsSlumber thereThere below the dewy hillside sleep the noblestOf the Clan of Conn,Each beneath his stone with name in branching OghamAnd the sacred knot thereon.There they laid to rest the seven Kings of Tara,There the sons of Cairbrè sleep—Battle-banners of the Gael, that in Kieran’s plain of crossesNow their final hosting keep.And in Clonmacnois they laid the men of Teffia,And right many a lord of Breagh;Deep the sod above Clan Creidè and Clan Conaill,Kind in hall and fierce in fray.Many and many a son of Conn the Hundred-FighterIn the red earth lies at rest;Many a blue eye of Clan Colman the turf covers,Many a swan-white breast.Thomas William Rolleston.
In a quiet-water’d land, a land of roses,Stands Saint Kieran’s city fair;And the warriors of Erinn in their famous generationsSlumber thereThere below the dewy hillside sleep the noblestOf the Clan of Conn,Each beneath his stone with name in branching OghamAnd the sacred knot thereon.There they laid to rest the seven Kings of Tara,There the sons of Cairbrè sleep—Battle-banners of the Gael, that in Kieran’s plain of crossesNow their final hosting keep.And in Clonmacnois they laid the men of Teffia,And right many a lord of Breagh;Deep the sod above Clan Creidè and Clan Conaill,Kind in hall and fierce in fray.Many and many a son of Conn the Hundred-FighterIn the red earth lies at rest;Many a blue eye of Clan Colman the turf covers,Many a swan-white breast.Thomas William Rolleston.
In a quiet-water’d land, a land of roses,Stands Saint Kieran’s city fair;And the warriors of Erinn in their famous generationsSlumber there
There below the dewy hillside sleep the noblestOf the Clan of Conn,Each beneath his stone with name in branching OghamAnd the sacred knot thereon.
There they laid to rest the seven Kings of Tara,There the sons of Cairbrè sleep—Battle-banners of the Gael, that in Kieran’s plain of crossesNow their final hosting keep.
And in Clonmacnois they laid the men of Teffia,And right many a lord of Breagh;Deep the sod above Clan Creidè and Clan Conaill,Kind in hall and fierce in fray.
Many and many a son of Conn the Hundred-FighterIn the red earth lies at rest;Many a blue eye of Clan Colman the turf covers,Many a swan-white breast.
Thomas William Rolleston.