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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 401 |
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Then, as the gasping Fianna
Felt their endeavor fail, Chanting their ancient valor
Rose the voice of the flail.
And again in the stagnant ebbing
Of their blood began to flow The flood of a surging courage,
The hope of a crowning blow;
And the heart of their comrades watching,
Stirred with joy to behold Feats of his bygone manhood,
Strokes that he knew of old.
Again he beheld the stubborn
Setting of targe to targe, Again he beheld the rally
Swell to a shattering charge.
And surely now the Fianna
Must slaughter and whelm the foe
In a fierce and final triumph, Lords of the realm below,
As they leapt in a loosened phalanx,
Climbing on heaps of slain : —And again Gull's wizard weapon
Flew on a stroke in twain.
For a time and times uncounted
Ossian endured the sight Of the endless swaying tumult,
The ebb and flow of the fight. |
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