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 ďNinety-eight when Erinís 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