The Irish standard., 1891-04-04
LATE IRISH NEWS.
10 CELTIC VALOR.

10 UELIlU VALUk.
have read of the charge Of the light brigade,
OF Balakisvas field,
Aud we'll they proved they were worthy, Abb
or's cause to shield.
Inspired, bards have made famous, their valor-
Gus deeds that day,
When Cariagan's gallant six hundred, thon.
dered into the thick of fray
Oh! rennyson, you have landed the charge OF
the light brigade,
But wny have You not applauded the men Of the
kit and plaid
Or were they less deserving those sons of the
Emerald Isle,
Who side by side with Scotlands PRIDE founc
graves oa Russian sol.
No. for 10 courage, they We're the peers OF Che
Saxon, turk, Or Gaul,
No Russian guns or Cossack spears, could those
Celtic hearts aDau.
No dread had they OF the deadly play, of sharp
and glitter:ng steel,
But often they caused the Slavic host the Weight
Of their blows to feel.
dumb with fear,
Would be heard the highland slogan ana th0
ringing Irish cheer.
And when ever charge was sounded, they were
eager to be in the van,
TIA the right Of tho Irish soldier and Old Scotia
Celtic Clan.
Fair broke that autumn morning in October
htty-four,
But the lazy stiffness soon was rent, by the cam
mons opening rosr.
Ga came the Russion iegions carrying death ana
wild dis1nay,
To the hearts of the Craven Turkish horde who,
without a stand gave way.
On now with yells of triumph, thinking victory
WIS at hand.
Till opposed to them were Scotland sOns anu
nobly did they stand
A long thin line of lurid la r1s and deep-toned
Scottish cneer,
Have put 10 fight the Muscoyite and the field in
front is clear.
As firm they stand as the native crags OF their
own dear highland home,
they check the advance of the angry sea,
rolling in with bis crest OF foam.
Now I'D through the valley proudly, come the
Inniskien's and Gray's
As fearless as if they trod the paths, OF their
owe loved hills aud braes.
When suddenly over q hill to the right came
swarm Of gray clad men,
Halt! roars the general, right face about, the
bugle sounds charge, and then
Strsi ght for the foe before them Went, the noys
who were never afraid,
Three hundred against three thousand, Oh!
where was the light brigade.
The cultural roar of the brawny Scots re-
echoed across the vale,
But higher etill rose the savage yell, of the sons
Of Inuifail.
Like the sweep of mighty tempest On forest
OF lofty pines,
Was the rush Of those undaunted souls. on the
front OF the Russian lines.
Crash. in through the rauks of the awe struck
mass, sped the boys FROM beyond the W&ye
And many foeman went to grass, from the
bIews they freely gave
Shouts and the clang of ringing steel, ring out
upon the sir,
The neigh of ma ddened horses and the curse Of
dark despair
The cleaning saber wa YES aloft, the sweep OF tue
keen edged blade,
Shears through the tles h and bone alike, and the
victim low is lai'i,
A moment more the Russian stand, then slow
but surely yield,
Until al last they break and leave, the Celts sole
upoo the field.
Thea sres to tbs ,5le Celtic hearts, and here's
to the charge they made.
God rest the souls Of those WAC FELL n the charge
OF the heavy brigade,
And here's to the ones who still survive. the re-
mains oe the gallant baud,
Who boarded tbs growing Russian hear. in the
wlds OF his native land.
The Celtic heart is loyal, to country and to
creed,
The Celtic hand is ever ready, to help those who
are in need.
The Celtic soll is valiant where armed foemen
throng,
Long may his dseis deserve the praise of
poasy an song,
JOHN GUNNIGLE
Fan Claira WIS., March 9Th 1891