The opening tune is
'Cunnla'
Page 3 of the poem by
By Edward Walsh
(continued from page 2)
We've maidens like those whose
thrice beautiful eyes
Lured angels to earth from their
home in the skies;
And voices are here, at whose
magical will the
Tempests of ocean were silent and
still.
With the fair and the brave share
the banquet of joy,
With music and wine the glad
moments employ;
And sirens of sweetness shall
warble for thee,
In this hall of our feasting, their
songs of the sea.
Then hail, potent lord of
Clanawley, to thee,
Thy home long be sacred, thy
mountains be free;
May the falchion thy fathers to
victory bore,
Flash vengeance on tyrants till
thraldom be o'er.
McAuliffe then rose to the brave
and the bright;
"In the hall of Clanawley there's
feasting tonight.
To stay in your palace, that
banquet to shun,
My fathers would blush for the
shame of their son.
I'll dance but one measure, then
quickly retire
To head the glad feast in the home
of my sire."
He bow'd to young Ellen - she
blush'd and looked down;
Some beauties grew pale and some
maidens did frown,
Such graceful young dancers 'twere
seldom to see,
His stature so noble - so beautious
was she;
"High heaven defend us," he
whispering said,
"There's danger, dear maid, in this
measure we tread."
As quick gleam their steps on the
diamond -paved floor,
One hand grasps the lady, they
rush to the door -
And one the black dagger, whose
spell-rending steel
The power of the fairy would
tremble to feel,
Then clasps his fond maid in his
ardent embrace,
And gaining the portal, escapes
from the place.
There were rushing of lady and
chief from the hall,
And wailing and woe would the
bravest apall;
But the cock's sudden clarion
gave notice of day
And the hall and the fairy guests
faded away.
So constant in love and in danger
so bold,
Have ye heard of a chief like the
Lord of the Wold?
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