They met Rodney at sea a few days later;—and then, in due course Rodney and Hood together smote the French once for all for that war, in the great battle of “The Glorious Twelfth of April,” 1782.[10]
VIII
THE PAGEANT OF THE DONEGAL:—
A MEMORY OF ’98
Joy! joy! the day is come at last, the day of hope and pride—
And see! our crackling bonfires light old Bann’s rejoicing tide,
And gladsome bell and bugle-horn from Newry’s captured towers,
Hark! how they tell the Saxon swine this land is ours—is OURS!
Come, trample down their robber rule, and smite its venal spawn,
Their foreign laws, their foreign Church, their ermine and their lawn,
With all the specious fry of fraud that robbed us of our own;