Fontenoy (1745)

Sweeping past so swiftly in this morning sea?’

‘Without sails or rowlocks merrily we glide

Home to Corca Bascuin on the brimming tide.’

‘Jesus save you, gentry! why are ye so white,

Sitting all so straight and still in this misty light?’

‘Nothing ails us, brother; joyous souls are we,

Sailing home together, on the morning sea.

‘Cousins, friends, and kinsfolk, children of the land,

Here we come together, a merry, rousing band;

Sailing home together from the last great fight,

Home to Clare from Fontenoy, in the morning light.

‘Men of Corca Bascuin, men of Clare’s Brigade,

Harken, stony hills of Clare, hear the charge we made;

See us come together, singing from the fight,

Home to Corca Bascuin, in the morning light.’