A book of women's verse

by Unknown

‘Nothing ails us, brother; joyous souls are we,

Sailing home together, on the morning sea.

‘Cousins, friends, and kinsfolk, children of the land,

Here we come together, a merry, rousing band;

Sailing home together from the last great fight,

Home to Clare from Fontenoy, in the morning light.

‘Men of Corca Bascuin, men of Clare’s Brigade,

Harken, stony hills of Clare, hear the charge we made;

See us come together, singing from the fight,

Home to Corca Bascuin, in the morning light.’