WITH THE STORY TELLERS

On England’s right now raged the fight
More fiercely than elsewhere.
Lord Thomas too, they see invite
His fortunes for to share;
Sir Hudson Tuite, with royal Meath,
The prior too came there,
And Birmingham, a valiant knight,
To lend their aid to win the fight.
Confronting them with pike and dart,
Were Leinster’s clans, with brave Prince Art;
His friend, Red Kavanagh, in short
All the McMurrough clan,
Advance to meet their stubborn foes;
The swords and spears exchanging blows;
So furious the encounter grows,
Whole lines fell in the van.

As sea-walls sometimes will give way,
Before the furious spring-tide’s play;
While people look on in dismay
At the destruction wrought:
'Twas thus these fierce contestants met,
With pike and lance defiantly set;
Their eager thirst for blood to whet,
And hard and long they fought.

Then fiercely charged O’Nolan

The Methian royalists;
His clansmen armed with sword and spear,
Cut through their lines from front to rear;
Shouts of defiance, hate and fear,

Go mingling with the mists,
That from the river seem to rise,

And hover o’er the plain;
Where now the warrior sinks and dies;
The shouting rises to the skies,

And echoes back again.

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