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
- In The Bus That Is Frantically Rushing From Cairo To Port Said
- Юнна Мориц – Снег в ноябре
- Sonnet 105: Let not my love be called idolatry by William Shakespeare
- Instead of farewell by Vinko Kalinić
- Anecdote For Fathers by William Wordsworth
- Justification by William Strode
- Heavy Woman by Sylvia Plath
- A View of the Han River by Wang Wei
- In the New Garden in all the Parts. by Walt Whitman
- Miracles by Paul Hostovsky
- Weekend Glory by Maya Angelou
- The Passing of the Elder Bards by William Wordsworth
- The Carnival by Robert Creeley
- Old Times by Rixa white
- Олег Григорьев – Вкусно от меда во рте
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).
