MANDEVILLE.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XVI, Issue 36, 28 December 1888, Page 31

MANDEVILLE.

(From the Western People.) He is perished, Erin's patriot, in his manhood's blooming May, Greenly grow the grass and shamrock from the martyr's sainted clay ; Freely swell the nation's pulses and our bosoms throb and thrill At the memory of the martyr-doom of noble Mandeville. H. Legal rapine rules our valleys, and our tyrants stalk abroad With an iron rod of justice and a masquerade of fraud ; Patriots perish, maidens mourn, and the widow's waihng shrill Bings o'er Erin's emerald meadows for her gallant Mandeville. HI. Oh ! we dearly love the martyr- jead that perished for the right On the gibbet of the felon, in the dungeon and the fight With our Emmet and Lord Edward, and the noble names that fill Erin's poetry or sonow, be the name of Mandeville. IT. Long they've toiled with scourge and scaffold, lash and gibbet, rack and rope, But they ne'er will shake our purpose and our green immortal hope ; While there's manhood in our island they will find our heroes sti'l Freely face the dungeon's danger and the doom of Mandeville. T. Little reck we of their terror, gladly will we give our lives, Po we break the bonds taat bind us. fresour mother from her gyves Till we crown our isle a nation — onward to the battle still In the foots Ups of our darling dead, our gallant Mandeville. VI. Fail we not, nor flinch, nor falter, though the sword is bared 1o strike, Ours the hands that never wavered on tbe musket or the pike ; When our banner greets the breezes, may it flash from hill to hill. Erin's countersign of battle. Mitchelstown and Mandeville. vn. i Lift aloft our noble sunburst, though its folds are stained with red, Tis the blood of England's armies and of Ireland's noble dead : They shall leave our land, the tyrants, we will bend them to cur will, By the blood of Balfour'u victim— fearless, peerless Mandeville 1 VIII. They will pass away, onr despots, an 1 our ciu3e it will prevail We wi 1 raise an Irish senate in our dear old Innisfail ; But while green the sbamrock grosveth o'er valley, mead and h'll, Never will it fade — the memory of ourgillant Mandeville. Ballaghaderrin. CoMJMBA.