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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 499 |
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RICHARD DALTON WILLIAMS
(1822-1862)
THE MUNSTER WAR-SONG
Battle of A her low, A. D. 1190
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AN the depths of the ocean afford you not graves, That you come thus to perish afar o'er the waves — To redden and swell the wild torrents that flow Through the valley of vengeance, the dark Aherlow ? '
The clangor of conflict o'erburthens the breeze, From the stormy Slieve Bloom to the stately Galtees; Your caverns and torrents are purple with gore, Slievenamon, Glen Colaich, and sublime Galtee Mor !
The Sunburst that slumbered, enbalmed in our tears, Tipperary ! shall wave o'er thy tall mountaineers ! And the dark hill shall bristle with sabre and spear While one tyrant remains to forge manacles here.
The riderless war-steed careers o'er the plain With a shaft in his flank and a blood-dripping mane; His gallant breast labors, and glare his wild eyes; He plunges in torture—falls—shivers—and dies. |
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1 Aherlow Glen, County Tipperary. |
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