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
- On The Decline Of Oracles by Sylvia Plath
- Огюст Барбье – Рафаэль
- Enigma of A Phoenix by Neelam Dadhwal
- Sonnet XVI. To Kosciusko poem – John Keats poems
- A Parsonage In Oxfordshire by William Wordsworth
- Sonnet 32: If thou survive my well-contented day by William Shakespeare
- Taking On by Satish Verma
- Melville And Coghill – The Place Of The Little Hand poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Scots, Wha Hae Wi’ Wallace Bled by Robert Burns
- Sonnet # 13 by Luis A. Estable
- Dedication To Leigh Hunt, Esq. poem – John Keats poems
- Владимир Корнилов – Достается, наверно, непросто
- never.html
- Robert Burns: Epitaph On Holy Willie:
- Night Light by Satish Verma
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).
