Worn thin, thin as water,
is your terrible beauty, Butler Yeats.
Put down your pen and pick a tool
to raze schools of thought –
Where you are king, prints lead fools.
Pints of poets send pretend aristocrats
And approximate proletarians
down rabbit holes of silent scorn,
Pomp, and circumstance, ermine-robed
under bloody mortarboards.
Will Bogside hold tenured profs.,
tho neither man, nor nation, be -hooded?
Once idled shamrocks quake anew,
We darn yankees noodle O’Donnell Abu.
O’Donnell Abu lyrics courtesy of Wikipedia:
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 on Saimear’s green vale.
On, ev’ry mountaineer,
Strangers to flight or fear,
Rush to the standard of dauntless Red Hugh.
Bonnaught and Gallowglass,
Throng from each mountain pass.
On for old Erin, “O’Donnell Abú!”
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 ears shall ring,
Borne on the breeze’s wing,
Tír Chonaill’s dread war-cry, “O’Donnell Abú!”
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–
All who would scare them are banished or slain!
Grasp ev’ry stalwart hand
Hackbut and battle brand–
Pay them all back the debt so long due;
Norris and Clifford well
Can of Tirconnell tell;
Onward to glory–“O’Donnell abú!”
Sacred the cause that Clan Connell’s defending–
The altars we kneel at and homes of our sires;
Ruthless the ruin the foe is extending–
Midnight is red with the plunderer’s fires.
On with O’Donnell then,
Fight the old fight again,
Sons of Tirconnell,
All valiant and true:
Make the false Saxon feel
Erin’s avenging steel!
Strike for your country! “O’Donnell Abú!”