Thomas Davis

(14 October 1814 – 16 September 1845 / Mallow / County Cork / Ireland)

Thomas Davis Poems

1. Blind Mary 8/1/2012
2. O'Brien Of Ara 8/1/2012
3. O'Connell's Statue 8/1/2012
4. Orange And Green Will Carry The Day 8/1/2012
5. Self-Reliance 8/1/2012
6. The Right Road 8/1/2012
7. The Girl Of Dunbwy 8/1/2012
8. Clare's Dragoons 8/1/2012
9. Our Own Again 8/1/2012
10. Tipperary 8/1/2012
11. The Dugannon Convention 8/1/2012
12. Oh! The Marriage 8/1/2012
13. The Sack Of Baltimore 8/1/2012
14. Love And War 8/1/2012
15. The Boatman Of Kinsale 8/1/2012
16. The Surprise Of Cremona 8/1/2012
17. The Burial 8/1/2012
18. The Vow Of Tipperary 8/1/2012
19. Tone's Grave 8/1/2012
20. We Must Not Fail 8/1/2012
21. The Geraldines 5/10/2012
22. Nationality 8/1/2012
23. The Battle Eve Of The Brigade 8/1/2012
24. Celts And Saxons 8/1/2012
25. Lament For The Death Of Eoghan Ruadh O'Neill 8/1/2012
26. A Song For The Irish Militia 8/1/2012
27. The Lost Path 8/1/2012
28. A Nation Once Again 8/1/2012
29. My Land 8/1/2012
30. My Grave 8/1/2012
31. Fontenoy 8/1/2012
32. The Flower Of Finae 8/1/2012
33. The Penal Days 8/1/2012
34. The West's Asleep 8/1/2012
35. The Green Above The Red 8/1/2012

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The Green Above The Red

Full often when our fathers saw the Red above the Green,
They rose in rude but fierce array, with sabre, pike and scian,
And over many a noble town, and many a field of dead,
They proudly set the Irish Green above the English Red.

But in the end throughout the land, the shameful sight was seen-
The English Red in triumph high above the Irish Green;
But well they died in breach and field, who, as their spirits fled,
Still saw the Green maintain its place above the English Red.

And they who saw, in after times, the Red above the Green
Were withered as the ...

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Celts And Saxons

We hate the Saxon and the Dane,
We hate the Norman men-
We cursed their greed for blood and gain,
We curse them now again.
Yet start not, Irish-born man!
If you're to Ireland true,
We heed not blood, nor creed, nor clan
We have no curse for you.

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