Eureka daily sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1871-1887, 1882-02-12
ERIN's FLAG.

The following lines by Father Ryan displa
a high order of poetic talent. The author ha
written q number Of poems, many Of them o
this impsssioned sort, In which style he
most at home. His "Erin's Flag" is a clsssi
cal production. and Will always be read VITA
the enthusiasm that the eloquent diction be
gets
Unroll Erin's flag fling its folds to the breeze
Let it float DER the land, let 1t flash Ger the
seas.
Lift it out of the dust-Iet it wave as Of yore,
When its chiefs and their clans stood round il
and swore
That never No Never While God gave
them life,
And they had an arm and a sword for the strife,
That neveri Mo- Neveri That banner
As long as the heart of a Celt was its shield;
While the hand Of a Celt had q weapon to
And his last drop of blood was unshed on the
field.
Lift it up Wave 1T high 'Tis as bright as
of old
Not a stain on its green, not a blot on its gold.
Tho the woes and the wrongs OF three hun
dred long years
Have drenched Erin's sunburst with blood and
with tears
Though the clouds of oppression ensbroud 1t
And around it the thunders of Tyranny boom,
Look alofti Look aloftI Lo! the clouds
drifting by,
There's q CLEAN through the gloom, there's q
light in the sky.
It's the sunburst. respondent, fsr-hsshing on
high
Erin's dark night is waning, her day lawn is
Lift it u Lift it up The old Banner of
Green |
The blood of its sons has but frightened its
theen;
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Are not its folds emblazoned with deeds of
renown?
What though for ages it droops in the dust.
Shall It thus droop foreverP No No! God
Take II upl Take it up from the tyrsnt's
foul tread,
Let him tear the Green Flag. We will snatch
its last shred.
And beneath it wen bleed as our forefathers
And we'll vow by the dust in the graves of our
dead,
And well swear by the blood which the Briton
has shed,
And Wen vow by the wrecks which through
Erin he spread,
And Wen swear by the thousands who fam
ished. unfed,
Died down in the bitches, wild-howling for
bread,
And we'll vow by our heroes whose spirits
have fed,
And we'll swear by the bones in each cofinless
bed,
That we'll battle the Briton through danger
and dread;
That we'll cling to the cause which we glory
to wed,
Till the CLEAN of our steel and the shock of
our lead
Shall prove to our foe that we meant what we
said
That well lift up the Green and we'll tear
down the red.
Lift up the Green Flag oh it wants to go
home;
Full long has been its lot to wander and roam.
1t has followed the fate Of its sons Ger the
world,
But its folds. like their hopes, are not faded
nor furled;
Like q ~wesry-winged bird. to the East and the
West,
1t has fitted and fed. but it never shall rest.
TIL, pluming its pinions, 1t sweeps DER the
And speeds to the shores Of its old home sgain.
Where its fetterless folds o'erreach mountains
plain
Shall wave with q glory that never shall wane.
Take IT up Take It up bear 1t back from
afar
That Banner must blaze mid the nghtnings Of
Lay your hsnds on its folds. lift your gaze TO
the sky,
And swear that you'll bear 1t in triumph or
die,
And shout to the clans scattered far DER the
earth
To Join in the march to the land of their birth;
And wherever the exiles meath Heavens
broad dome,
Have been Jared to suffer, to sorrow and roam,
They'll bound to the sea, and away Ger the
foam,
They'll sail to the music Of "Home, Sweet
Home"