- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Ode to Cahir Rua
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Alas for the young warrior,
who at Doon Rock did fall.
A bullet had found him,
who in prowess bested all.
Mighty was he, proud,
warlike, was this son of Dun nGall.
His sword flashed bright,
and to battle did he call,
Steely men and fierce,
the bravest of brave, warriors of Tir Conall.
He burned Londonderry,
among the Saxons he stood tall.
Fighting at the fore of every battle,
he died well, as befit a true Gael.
Alas, for the mighty chieftain,
Cahir Rua, Saxon's Bane.
There was no match for him,
amongst any knight or thane.
He died as a warrior ought,
and glory did he gain.
He saw the suffering of Eire
his peoples sadness caused him pain.
Alas for Cahir Rua,
Son of the Destroyer,
Last of the great warrior folk.
- COMMENTS
glynndahover 16 years agopassed down from father to son, recited in dark pubs accompanied by a drumbeat. Well done, Ren.
