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
- Hymn by Sidney Godolphin
- Владимир Луговской – Ночной патруль
- There was a Child went Forth. by Walt Whitman
- To Vernon Lee poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Британишский – В “Онегине”, глава седьмая
- Raise the head, child by Vinko Kalinić
- Николай Заболоцкий – Тбилисские ночи
- Pathetic Way Of Getting Over Me by Shel Silverstein
- Sappho To Her Girlfriends by Sappho
- Winter’s End by Mac McGovern
- Morning Poem #1 by Wanda Phipps
- Internal Migration Being Tour
- drunkenness.html
- Федор Сологуб – Астероид
- A Couple More Years by Shel Silverstein
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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).
