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Lament for the Death of Eoghan Ruadh O'Neill (Author: Thomas Osborne Davis)
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Time, 10th November, 1649. SceneOrmond's Camp, County
Waterford. SpeakersA veteran of Eoghan O'Neill's clan, and one of
the horsemen just arrived with an account of his death.
- Did they dare, did they dare, to slay Eoghan Ruadh O'Neill?
Yes, they slew with poison him they feared to meet with steel.
'May God wither up their hearts! May their blood cease to flow,'
May they walk in living death, who poisoned Eoghan Ruadh.'
- Though it break my heart to hear, say again the bitter words.
'From Derry, against Cromwell, he marched to measure swords:
But the weapon of the Sacsanach met him on his way.
And he died at Clogh Uachtar, upon St. Leonard's day.
- 'Wail, wail ye for the Mighty One!Wail, wail ye for the Dead!
Quench the hearth, and hold the breathwith ashes strew the head.
How tenderly we loved him. How deeply we deplore!
Holy Saviour! But to think we shall never see him more.'
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- 'Sagest in the council was he, kindest in the hall!
Sure we never won a battle''twas Owen won them all.
Had he livedhad he livedour dear country had been free;
But he's dead, but he's dead, and 'tis slaves we'll ever be.'
- 'O'Farrell and Clanricarde, Preston and Red Hugh,
Audley and MacMahon, ye valiant, wises and true;
Butwhat, what are ye all doing to our darling who is gone?
The Rudder of our Ship was he, our Castle's corner stone.'
- 'Wail, wail him through the Island! Weep, weep for our pride!
Would that on the battle-field our gallant chief had died!
Weep the Victor of Beann-bhorbhweep him, young men and old;
Weep for him, ye womenyour beautiful lies cold!'
- 'We thought you would not diewe were sure you would not go,
And leave us in out utmost need to Cromwell's cruel blow
Sheep without a shepherd, when the snow shuts our the sky
O! why did you leave us, Eoghan? Why did you die?'
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- 'Soft as woman's was your voice, O'Neill! Bright was your eye,
O! why did you leave us, Eoghan? Why did you die?
Your troubles are all over, you're at rest with God on high,
But we're slaves, and we're orphans, Eoghan!why didst thou die?