After Aughrim by Arthur Gerald Geoghegan

Do you remember long ago
When your lover whispered low,
“Shall I stay or shall I go,
And you proudly answered “GO!”
And join King James and strike a blow
For the Green.”

Mavrone, your hair is white as snow,
Your heart is sad and full of woe,
Do you repent you made him go,
And quick you answer proudly, “No!
Far better die with Sarsfield so,
Than live a slave without a blow
For the Green.”

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