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A Post Coronation Ode.

A Post Coronation Ode.
Oh. they took the King 10 Westmin-
s;cr and forthwith he was crown
ed,
While Church and Lords and Com
mons awc-stricken stood around,
Where he whilom did declare.
Mid the trumpets' blast and blarc,
That idols held the true Gods place on
Romish affairs fair.
Though the Fishers Seal methinks
should be on Faiths Defender"
found.
There We're spectres moving past him.
all white and dea1hly cold,
The spcctrcs of the victims to EnyliSi.
greed of gold:
Ics-thc tortured and oppressed.
With the hunYcred and distressed.
The mar1yrrd bands of Cambria.
young Scheepers. and the rest
From the famine pits of lrcland-thr
youthful and the Old.
There was none to stand before him
with the courage 10 declare
That his subjects flew his kingdom in
the madness of despair
That in Sov'reignty'S high name
Men are doing deeds of shame
That have blackencd E.nyland's prcst-
ige and besmirchrd the Hriton's
fame.
Just across the Irish Channel in the
land of Erin fair.
And they who spoke the English
tongue not in the English way,
Were there to play the testers part on
Coronation Day!
Did not their accents CRATE
On Englands Sons of State.
Unless the Majubas doomed ahead
with added years of hate,
When the Western Gael no more shall
take Uriahs place for pay.
From the sea-kissed Isle of Erin.
where dread eviction rcigns,
There were few to swell the chorus
and none to chant the paeans
Midst all the empires peace
Her Sorrows did increase,
And i,nr Il a
tie children from police,
While others, some imprisoned were,
and bound with English chains.
There We're Irish Rachels mourning
for their children, who were not,
And their grief could not be silcnccd,
for their tears fell thick and hot.
For across dividing waves
The wind from DER the graves
Of misguided Inniskillings for their
mem'ry nightly Graves
Just tribute from the caoiner as it
croons around the cot.
Our fathers fought 'ganst England
where ShannOn's seward falls.
And our mothers fought 'gainst Eng
land by Lim'rick's leaguered walls,
With sword and pike and stone.
For freedoms conquered throne,
AS their children's children still shall
fight till Ireland is their own.
When the sleepers meath the noun
tains have heard the Voice that
calls.
And little did they leave us of wealth
or golden store.
But richness of tradition that is
worth a great deal moro
The splendour of their hate
That never shall abate
While Il Saxon shall cucumber this
old planet with his weight,
Then drink "Slainte" to the memory
of those who've gone before.
We have strivcn late and early to
make different people free.
We've left Celtic bones to Written in
exile DER the sea.
Mid sorrows fierce and keen
This hath our war-cry been:
For the honour of Old Ircland-for thc
glory of the Green,
10 til" dead we will he loyal-to their
trust We'll faithful be.
BY st. Mary's heights so rugged and
by famous Fontenoy,
by LAndcn and Cremona, where men
were drunk with joy,
Yes. by WcXford's crimson fray.
And by QUARTS short-livcd day,
Our debt of scorn ana loathing unto
England we will pay
When the Sunburst sheds the glory of
its gold without alloy.
Annie NJ. Walsh, in Dublin Irish
People.
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