The Irish standard., 1899-10-21
NEWS FROM IRELAND
Kruger's Fight For Freedom.

filings it varied folds on high,
And when Transvaal soldiers meet and
march ito conquer or to de-;
When the notes OF War are ringing
from the Vaal to Mafelling-
Crack of rifle, roar OF cannon, sables'
clash, and bullets ping
From this stored island nestled in the
bosom OF the sea-
From an olden nations heart OF hearts,
Paul Kruger, unto thee
Will go forth prayer and message
May you triumph in the fray!
For from end to end OF Erin millions
envy you to-day"
In the cause OF Human Freedom, for
the sake Of Truth and Right,
Snlitc the blood-staired tyrant robbcr-
crush his power, smasl: his might
Sweep his hireling hordes before you,
make his scarlet "Reinocks" flee
From Newcastle down to Durham and
into the Indian Sea:
They have plundered, wronged, de-
srol'd US-they would wrong
and plumber YOU
Through the centuries we fought them,
as you are prepared to do
And we wish to Gods high Heaven
that our banned and scattered
race,
Like to yours, one day may meet them
steel to steel and face to face
We can only send greeting to the
heroes OF your band,
Brave old Guardian OF their Freedom,
warrior-fatller OF your land;
We can only by the waters sit, and
watch, and wait, and pray
That the hosts of Wrong may wither
and the tyrants' hands decay:
But when all your men are mustered,
and the signal word, "Advapce"
Sets in motion sword and rifle, Krupp
and Maxim, spear and lance,
Proud we'll be from Foyle to Barrow,
and from Liffey to the West,
That our brothers share the vanguard
with your bravest and your best
Fling the grand old Irish banner to the
breezes, John Mcbride!
Son OF Dublin, let it glitter DER the
Transvaal's prairies wide!
Brave and true men, gather round its
cleaning folds OF Green and Gold
All the exiles OF our Nation who would
Freedoms cause uphold!
When the trumpets call to arms in that
iaroff Afric plain
Be the first to meet the tyrant OF your
well-loved land again
And may all your valiant troopers feel
once more the pride and Joy
OF O'Brien's charging legions that
grand day at Fonttenoy!
V.
Kruger. Joubert, Cronje-Dutcllme
and your Burglers side by side
With the Irish legion massed behind
the Dublin Gael, Mcbride,
March together, strike together for the
land beyond the Wal
Every blow will ring in Erin victim Of
long ages thrall.'
Brave old ruler, wiscst statesman, stur-
diest soldier ever known,
We no more could trust and love thee
were thy race and creed our own;
For in days when knaves and cyncs
blight the earth and cloud the sky
Freedoms steadiast rugged champion,
you stand tow'ring proud and
high!
VI.
Back to dim and distant ages, watching
you, mems minds must stray
Memories crowd and throng upon us Of
full many a glorious day
Thoughts OF when the Curlcw Noun
talns saw O'DoEnelrs flashing
sword,
And when Bagenal's mail-cad thou
sands died-or hed-at Yellow
Ford
When the Bruce's Highland victors
charged by Bannockburn S side
When the Cids swept Moorish legions
from the Guadalquiver's tide
When the Dalcass and Eugenian clans
at Clontarf's glorious fray
Drove the proudest Viking warriors
into Dubljn's crimsoncd Bay
And further back through misty years
when by the Aegean coast
The Three Hundred of 'rhermopylac
braved all the Persian host.
All these and all that patriots dared
since History's dawn arose
Rush TO the mind as you face to-day
your countrys mighty foes
So the God OF Battles guard you 'gainst
the force OF Fraud and Wrong,
May His blessing nerve the valiant few
His wrath be will, the Strong!
And would it were OH an Irish hill, by
Lees or Lffeys shore
Irarsyaal Mcbride and his gallant men