Thomas D'Arcy McGee - Home Sonnets--Address to Ireland III lyrics

Mother of soldiers! on the Volga's banks Your practised leaders form'd the Russian ranks; And fallen Limerick gave the chiefs to lead The hosts who triumph'd o'er the famous Swede. That time even Austria gave them host on host, The ruling baton, and the perilous post-- Buda, Belgrade, Prague, Deva--every trust That man could earn, and found them bold as just. Velettri, Zorndorff, Dantzic, still can tell How Austria's Irish soldiers fought and fell, And how the ruling sk** that led them on To conquer was supplied by your own son! Mother of soldiers! while these trophies last, You're safe against the sland'rers of the past!