The smith sprang up the rampart and leaped the blood-stained wall,
As high into the shuddering air went foeman, breach and all!
Up, like a red volcano, they thundered wild and high,—
Spear, gun, and shattered standard, and foeman through the sky;
And dark and bloody was the shower that round the blacksmith fell;—
He thought upon his ’prentice boys,—they were avengèd well.
On foeman and defenders a silence gathered down;
’Twas broken by a triumph shout that shook the ancient town,
As out its heroes sallied, and bravely charged and slew,
And taught King William and his men what Irish hearts could do.