John Banim

(1798-1842 / Ireland)

John Banim Poems

1. As We Are Men And Irishmen 10/12/2010
2. Chaunt Of The Cholera 10/12/2010
3. Demand And Supply 10/12/2010
4. Doubt Me Not!--You Cannot Doubt 10/12/2010
5. He Said That He Was Not Our Brother-- 10/12/2010
6. Here We Are, Mr. Bull, Your Orange And Green 10/12/2010
7. More Blood! Cry The Vultures--More Blood!-- 10/12/2010
8. Oh, Well I Love To See Thee 10/12/2010
9. Our Fathers' Fields We Long Have Till'D 10/12/2010
10. Soggarth Aroon 10/12/2010
11. The Celt’s Paradise. First Duan 10/12/2010
12. The Celt’s Paradise. Fourth Duan 10/12/2010
13. The Celt’s Paradise. Second Duan 10/12/2010
14. The Celt’s Paradise. Third Duan 10/12/2010
15. The Clare Election 10/12/2010
16. The Irish Mother In The Penal Days 10/12/2010
17. The Irish Mother To Her Child 10/12/2010
18. The Irish Peasant To His Child 10/12/2010
19. The Irish Peasant To His Priest 10/12/2010
20. The Irish Priest’s Song 10/12/2010
21. The Irish Soldier 10/12/2010
22. The New Reformation 10/12/2010
23. The Parley 10/12/2010
24. The Peasant’s Unarmed Police. 10/12/2010
25. The Reconciliation 10/12/2010
26. The Shamrock And The Lily 10/12/2010
27. Yes! Discord's Hand To The Last It Was 10/12/2010

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The Irish Soldier

The Irish soldier, cast for fight,
Stood to his arms at dead of night,
Watching the east, until its ray
To the battle--field should show his way;--
Soldier, soldier, soldier brave,
You will fight though they call you slave,
And though you but help a bandit hand
Uncheck'd to kill in your native land.

The soldier thought on his chance of doom--
How the trampled sod might be his tomb--
How, in evening's dusk, his sightless stare
To the small pale stars might upward glare;--
Soldier, soldier, soldier brave,
You will fight though you think of the ...

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The Clare Election

[Note: Air--``The Boyne Water.'']

July the first, in Ennis town,
There was a glorious battle,
Though not a man did there go down,
Nor not a cannon rattle;
And yet 'twas strength and courage, too,
That put them to the rout, boys--
The courage to be blunt and true,

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