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
- An Essay on Man: Epistle II poem – Alexander Pope
- To John Keats poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- A Carta/The Letter by Soaroir de Campos
- Night A-Zetten In by William Barnes
- Robert Burns: Lines Written On A Banknote:
- Fringed Gentian poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- The Hollow Men by T. S. Eliot
- Федор Сваровский – Путешественники во времени — копенгаген 1969
- Владимир Маяковский – Размышления у парадного подъезда
- Владимир Степанов – Лисички
- Олег Григорьев – Я взял бумагу и перо
- Жан де Лафонтен – Пьяница и Жена его
- Илья Зданевич – Галоша
- The Tom Toms
- Владимир Британишский – На Марсовом поле
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).
