Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Ireland: Vol. V. 1876–79.
Tipperary
By Thomas Davis (18141845)L
About them all right little care we;
Not British seas nor British coasts
Can match the man of Tipperary!
His spirit light as any fairy,—
His wrath is fearful as the storm
That sweeps the hills of Tipperary!
His is no courage cold and wary;
The troops live not on earth would stand
The headlong charge of Tipperary!
Or dancing with his dark-haired Mary,
You ’d swear they knew no other mood
But mirth and love in Tipperary!
His plighted word he ’ll never vary,—
In vain they tried with gold and steel
To shake the faith of Tipperary!
Her mien is mild, her step is airy,
Her heart is fond, her soul is high,—
O, she ’s the pride of Tipperary!
We ’ll lift the green more proud and airy;—
Be mine the lot to bear that flag,
And head the men of Tipperary!
About them all right little care we,—
Give us, to guard our native coasts,
The matchless men of Tipperary!