Ye wives and sweethearts, weep and mourn,
For few will ever home return![j]
The Irish heart, impelled by Right,
Is prompt to meet the foe in fight:
Enough! the flag which it adored
Is sullied by the rebel horde;
Enough to rouse its holiest flame,
“Your country is exposed to shame,
Rise, patriots, rise!” They hear the call,
And lo! they stand like solid wall