Island of bitter memories, thickly sown
From winding Boyne to Limerick's treaty-stone,
Green Wexford to the glens of Donegal,
Through sad six hundred years of hostile sway,
From Strongbow fierce to cunning Castlereagh!
These will not melt and vanish in a day.
These can yet sting the patriot thoughts which turn
To Erin's past, and bid them weep and burn.
| Canadian Vindicator