And carnage heaped the shore?
When Tailk on Fenians hacked his brand,
’Twas not thy God’s, but Oscar’s hand
That hero prostrate laid;
When rough-voiced Manus swept the coast,
If lived thy God, the Fenian host
Had triumphed by his aid.
When Aluin, Anver’s son of fame,
Round Tara rolled the bickering flame,
Not by thy King’s, but Oscar’s glaive