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Rh Bonnought and Gallowglass

Throng from each mountain-pass!

On for old Erin!—O'Donnell-aboo!

II.

Princely O'Neill to our aid is advancing

With many a chieftain and warrior-clan;

A thousand proud steeds in his vanguard are prancing,

'Neath the borderers brave from the banks of the Bann:—

Many a heart shall quail

Under the coat of mail;

Deeply the merciless foeman shall rue

When on his ear shall ring,

Borne on the breeze's wing,

Tirconnell's dread war-cry—O'Donnell-aboo!

III.

Wildly o'er Desmond the wild wolf is howling,

Fearless the eagle sweeps over the plain,

The fox in the streets of the city is prowling—

All, all, who would scare them are banished or slain!

Grasp, every stalwart hand,

Hackbut and battle-brand—

Pay them well back the deep debt so long due:

Norris and Clifford well

Can of Tirconnell tell—

Onward to glory!—O'Donnell-aboo!

IV.

Sacred the cause that Clanconnell's defending—

The altars we kneel at and homes of our sires;

Ruthless the ruin the foe is extending—

Midnight is red with the plunderer's fires!

On with O'Donnell, then,

Fight the old fight again,

Sons of Tirconnell all valiant and true!

Make the false Saxon feel

Erin's avenging steel!

Strike for your country!—O'Donnell-aboo!