Ballads of Irish chivalry By Robert Dwyer Joyce: Edited, with Annotations, by his brother P. W. Joyce |
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THE BRIGADE'S HURLING MATCH. |
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THE BRIGADE'S HURLING MATCH.
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In the South's blooming valleys they sing and they playBy their vine-shaded cots at at the close of the day:
But a game like our own the Italians ne'er saw—
The wild sweeping hurlings of Erin go Bragh.
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Our tents they were pitched upon Lombardy's plain;Ten days nigh the foemen our army had lain;
But ne'er through their walls made we passage or flaw,
Till we showed them the game played in Erin go Bragh.
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Our sabres were sharp and the forest was nigh;There our hurleys we fashioned ere morning rose high;
With the goal-ball young Mahon had brought from Dunlawe,
We showed them the game played in Erin go Bragh.
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Our captain stood out with the ball in his hand;Our colonel he gave us the word of command;
Then we dashed it and chased it o'er esker and scragh,
While we showed them the game played in Erin go Bragh.
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The enemy stood on their walls high and strong,While we raced it and chased it and hurled it along;
And they opened their gate as we nearer did draw,
To see the old game played in Erin go Bragh.
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On a sudden we turned from the ball's swift career;And rushed through the gate with a grand ringing cheer;
Ah, they ne'er through our bright dauntless stratagem saw,
While we showed them the game played in Erin go Bragh.
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Their swords clashed around us, their balls raked us sore,But with hurleys we paid them in hard knocks galore;
For their bullets and sabres we cared not a straw,
While we showed them the game played in Erin go Bragh.
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The fortress is taken! our loud shouts arise;For King Louis and Ireland they swell to the skies.
Ah, he laughed as he told us a game he ne'er saw
Like the wild sweeping hurlings of Erin go Bragh!
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