A Song for the Yeomen |
A brave and jolly yeoman long Lived on the River Foyle, When work was throng, a simple song Beguiled his daily toil; And still the burthen of his song For ever used to be, "My King, though all the world goes wrong, Shall find a friend in me."
2. In “Ninety-eight when Erin’s state | 3. Oh where! Oh where! While dull despair Was stalking through the land, Were all the prigs, the brainless Whigs, Who now assume command? Some quailed at home, some fought for Rome, And others ran away; While yeoman brave, the land to save, Fought on and gained the day.
4. And as the gallant yeoman then |