School: St Brigid's Convent, Goresbridge (roll number 15695)

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1. When Wexford Rose (continued)

   

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   "Now, Father, preach me not of peace - 'tis not in man to stay
   The tide of vengeance stemmed for years, thro' all, all 'till to-day.
   While blackened hearth and roofless shrine, and slaughtered outraged kin
   For vengeance cry to hold our hands were vilest, blackest sin.
   And speak not of our rude array - God knows their weapons ne'r
   Flashed out in holier, nobler cause than the pikes, through rude, we bear.
   And, Father - oh, what foe could stand their fiery onset, when
   Their ashen shafts are in the hands of gallant Wexfordmen!
   Of Wexfordmen - and, mark yet, men with hears afire (and land) aflame
   To burst the bonds that long have bound their race and land in shame
   Yea, dreadful shall our reckoning be

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Maureen Doyle

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Goresbridge, Co. Kilkenny