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 | The Poetical Works of Aubrey De Vere |  |
A SONG OF THE BRIGADE.
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The Irish Brigade, consisting originally of soldiers of James II., took service with more than one continental sovereign. In many a land it made the name of Ireland famous. The Brigade was recruited from Ireland till the latter part of the eighteenth century, and it is said that, from first to last, nearly 500,000 men belonged to it.
I snatched a stone from the bloodied brook
And hurled it at my household door!
No farewell of my love I took:
I shall see my friend no more.
And hurled it at my household door!
No farewell of my love I took:
I shall see my friend no more.
I dashed across the churchyard bound:
I knelt not by my parents' graves:
There rang from my heart a clarion's sound
That summoned me o'er the waves.
I knelt not by my parents' graves:
There rang from my heart a clarion's sound
That summoned me o'er the waves.
No land to me can native be
That strangers trample and tyrants stain:
When the valleys I loved are cleansed and free
They are mine, they are mine again!
That strangers trample and tyrants stain:
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They are mine, they are mine again!
Till then, in sunshine or sunless weather,
By Seine and Loire, and the broad Garonne,
My war-horse and I roam on together
Wherever God wills. On! on!
By Seine and Loire, and the broad Garonne,
My war-horse and I roam on together
Wherever God wills. On! on!
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