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244 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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BARTHOLOMEW DOWLING
(1823-1863)
THE BRIGADE AT FONTENOY
May //, 1745.
B
Y our camp-fires rose a murmur, At the dawning of the day, And the tread of many footsteps Spoke the advent of the fray; And, as we took our places,
Few and stern were our words, While some were tightening horse-girths And some were girding swords.
The trumpet blast has sounded
Our footmen to array — The willing steed has bounded,
Impatient for the fray — The green flag is unfolded,
While rose the cry of joy — " Heaven speed dear Ireland's banner
To-day at Fontenoy ! "
• We looked upon that banner,
And the memory arose. Of our homes and perished kindred
Where the Lee or Shannon flows; |
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