Trying to Identify Irish Poem/Lyric
An Irish friend in his 70s is attempting to trace the source and full
text of an poem (or lyric) his father used to recite, going back to the
early 1900s. I'm trying to help him identify the source. The known
stanzas went:
"Stand ye now for Erin's glory,
Stand ye now for Erin's cause
Long you've groaned beneath
the rigors of the Norsemen's savage laws!
Men of Erin, Men of Erin,
grasp your battle axe and spear
Drive these Northern wolves before you
like a herd of frightened deer
...missing verses
Should ten thousand arrows peirce me,
Bear my body not away.
Till this day of days be over
till the field is fought and won
then let the Holy Mass be chanted
and the funeral rites be done."
I hope you can help us identify it.
Bill Naughton
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