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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=559183" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In The Years Of Sarsfield</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wish I were over the Curlew Mountains,<br>Marching to Sligo by valley and fen;<br>I wish I were back in the years of Sarsfield,<br>Tramping the rough roads with him and his men.<br>I wish that I stood upon Yellow Island,<br>Watching the camp that the Williamites made;<br>I wish that my good gun was pressed to my shoulder<br>And that my caubeen held the white cockade.<br>I wish I were out with 'galloping Hogan,'<br>Happy a guide for my hero to be,<br>Encamped for the night on the Keeper Mountain,<br>Ready to guard with the brave rapparee.<br>I wish I had been in the woods of Cullen<br>In the dark night when the battle began;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wish I had heard at the wan moon's rising<br>'Sarsfield the word, and Sarsfield the man.'<br>I wish I were young at the siege of Limerick,<br>Holding the breach there and glad in the fight;<br>Ah, could I but see him, King William of Orange,<br>With his troops defeated ready for flight.<br>Had I but stood on the bridge of Athlone, there<br>Flinging the plank and beam into the wave,<br>Keeping the broken arch, as the last hero stood<br>Fighting the fight of death, one of the brave.<br>I wish I had fought in the flood of the Shannon<br>With the grim Dutchmen, to conquer or drown,<br>Left without shot or shell by the false Maxwell,<br>Into the deep had that traitor gone down. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wish I had fought in the battle of Aughrim<br>By the black bog on the side of the hill,<br>Seeing there Ginkel's men fall to disquietude,<br>Failing with Sarsfield meant living still.<br>I wish I had flown with the Wild Geese across the sea,<br>Knelt on red Landen's plain, facing the foe;<br>Holding the dear head of Sarsfield on my heart,<br>Knowing from his brave blood heroes would grow.<br>Ah, had I sailed to far France out of Galway,<br>There on the deck the spy Maxwell to see,<br>Bishop or Luttrell never had stayed me from<br>'Tossing the Scotsman right into the sea.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dora+Sigerson+Shorter">Dora Sigerson Shorter</a><div class=q>
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Marching to Sligo by valley and fen;
I wish I were back in the years of Sarsfield,
Tramping the rough roads with him and his men.
I wish that I stood upon Yellow Island,
Watching the camp that the Williamit..."></div>
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