The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1890-12-20
LA TE | r ISL NE VS..
HUGH O'DONHELL's ADDRESS.
(BY MOST REV. DB. HEALY.)9

(BY MOST REV. DB. HEALY.)
BROTHER chiefs. and clansmen loyal, tried t,
many bloody fray
God be- thanked these robber saxons come tx
meet US here to-day.
Boasting Clifford, Essexs minion, swears he'll
make the rebels fee
Ne will give him hearty greeting like to that 81
Ashance
What though traitor Cells oppose us7 he their
number three to one.
Greater glory to Clan Connell when this tough
days work is done.
Bhrivcd at Holy Mass this morning, danger we
may fearless dare;
For we draw the sword of justice, shielded all
In faith and prayer.
Not for conquest or for vengeance on this
Blessed Lady Day;
Hot In strength or numbers trusting, we do face
their proud array;
But for Holy Mary's honor, by their tainted lips
defled,
For Inc sacred rights of freemen, for the mother,
maid and child.
Proud and bleeding lies our country, sorrow
clouds her crownless brow.
All the lues of peerless beauty limncd in CHASTITY
colors now.
In the light of glories olden beaming through
our dark disgrace,
See the maddening wrongs and insults heaped
upon our fallen race!
Roofless homestead, broken altar, slaughtered
priest, dishonored maid
ohildren of an outraged mother! Whet We well
the thirsty blade.
yuorning rock and brushwood cover, rush, like
SwoopiAg eagles forth,
Hard and home push every pike head, sinewy
spearsmen OF the North!
a1eave in twain the lus,ful Saxon, tame Dun
kellin's soaring PR 10,
snaite the double-sonied O'Connors-traitors
false to every side.
Down upon them Banagh's olieftain! sweep
their ranks your spears before,
As the North Wind sweeps the .stubble through
the Gap OF Barncsuiore
Forward forward! brave MoDermott, strike for
fair Moylurrs domain.
For yon lake III beauty sleeping. for the holy
islands fame.
Strike. and drive the swinish Saxon, herding in
their sacred shade
Par from B0yle's old abbey clOisters, where
your fathers bones are laid.
Holy Virgin we implore thee, by that nbbey's
0olumbkille of Doire Calgaoh. patron of
O'Donnels line,
GOOD st. Francis for the glory of thy name in
Donegal,
Speed We now Tyrconnelrs onset till we route
them one and all.
Should O'Bonnell :all in combat If tbs foe be
forced to yield,
Better death nev~r prayed for, than to fall
upon the field.
Where the cause Of Erin triumphed and the
Saxon was laid low,
with that srcen flag floating DER me, and my
face against the foe.
Never Chieftain of Clan Dalgaigh to til invader
bowed the knee;
Bv the black years of my bondage it shall ne'er
be done by me.
would rather angry ocean roared DER castle
cot and hall,
Than see any Saxon ''bodach'' rule In royal
Donegal.
peathless fame In song and.stOry will enshroud
the meu who died
Fighting God and Freedoms Ibattle bravely by
ODonnells side.
6reat will be his need of Iglory. honored long
the victors name.
Pointing proudly to her kinsman. many maid
will tell his fame;
''l.o! he fought at Doonaveragh," aged men will
whispering say,
And make way before the altar for the heroes
Of to-day.
cleaning bright through dark'n ming ages will
this great days memory glide
Like the Saimer's bright-waved. waters glanc-
ing onward to the tide.