PAROLES: Clare's Dragoons

CLARE'S DRAGOONS
Thomas Davis

When, on Ramillies' bloody field,

The baffled French were forced to yield,

The victor Saxon backward reeled

Before the charge of Clare's dragoons.

The flags we conquered in that fray,

Look lone in Ypres' choir, they say,

We'll win them company today,

Or bravely die like Clare's dragoons.

Viva la, for Ireland's wrong!

Viva la, for Ireland's right!

Viva la, in battle throng,

For a Spanish steed and sabre bright!

The brave old lord died near the fight,
But for each drop he lost that night
A Saxon cavalier shall bite
The dust, before Lord Clare´s Dragoons.
For never, when our spurs were set,
And never, when our sabres met,
Could we the Saxon soldiers get
To stand the shock of Clare´s dragoons.

Viva la, the new brigade!

Viva la, the old one too!

Viva la, the rose shall fade

And the shamrock shine forever new!

Another Clare is here to lead,

The worthy son of such a breed,

The French expect some famous deed,

When Clare leads on his bold dragoons. 

Our colonel comes from Brian's race,

His wounds are in his breast and face,

The bearna baoghil is still his place,

The foremost of his bold dragoon.

Viva la, the new brigade!

Viva la, the old one too!

Viva la, the rose shall fade

And the shamrock shine forever new!

Oh! comrades, think how Ireland pines,

Her exiled lords, her rifled shrines,

Her dearest hope, the ordered lines,

And bursting charge of Clare's dragoons. 

Then fling your green flag to the sky,

Be "Limerick!" your battle-cry,

And charge, till blood floats fetlock-high

Around the track of Clare's dragoons.

Viva la, the new brigade!

Viva la, the old one too!

Viva la, the rose shall fade

And the shamrock shine forever new!

 

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