THE WILD GEESE, A LAMENT FOR THE IRISH JACOBITES.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XVIII, Issue 10, 4 July 1890, Page 13

THE WILD GEESE, A LAMENT FOR THE IRISH JACOBITES.

(Written for the Pilot.') I HAVE heard the curlew crying .By a lonely moor and mere ; And the sea-gull's shriek at the gloaming Is a lonely sound in the air. And I've heard the brown thrash mourning For her children stolen away, But its 0 for tue homeless Wild Geese Who cried ere the dawn of day ! For the curlew out on the moorland Hath five fine eggs in the nest ; And the thrush will get her a new love And sing her song with the best. As the swallow flies to the summer Will the gull return to the sea ; And the spring will follow the winter, The rose will ope to the bee. But never again my Wild Geese Will fly to the empty nest, And its ill to be roaming, roaming With the homesick heart in the breast. Ob, long in the land of the stranger They'll pine for the land far away ! But, day of Aughrim, my sorrow 'Twas you was the bitter day 1 Kathabisk Tynan.