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MICHAEL JOSEPH McCANN (1824-1883)
O'DONNELL ABOO
PROUDLY the note of the trumpet is sounding, Loudly the war-cries arise on the gale; Fleetly the steed by Lough Swilly is bounding, To join the thick squadrons in Saimear's green vale. On, ev'ry mountaineer, Strangers to flight and fear ! Rush to the standard of dauntless Red Hugh ! Bonnaught and gallowglass, Throng from each mountain pass ; On for old Erin, " O'Donnell Aboo 1 "
Princely O'Neill to our aid is advancing
With many a chieftain and warrior clan,
A thousand proud steeds in his vanguard are prancing
'Neath the borderers brave from the banks of the Bann;
Many a heart shall quail
Under its coat of mail; Deeply the merciless foeman shall rue,
When on his ear shall ring,
Borne on the breezes' wing, Tir Connell's dread war-cry, " O'Donnell Aboo 1 "
Wildly o'er Desmond the war-wolf is howling; Fearless the eagle sweeps over the plain ; The fox in the streets of the city is prowling; |
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