Lament For Banba

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O MY land! O my love! 
  What a woe, and how deep, 
Is thy death to my long mourning soul! 
  God alone, God above, 
  Can awake thee from sleep, 
Can release thee from bondage and dole! 
  Alas, alas, and alas! 
  For the once proud people of Banba! 

As a tree in its prime, 
  Which the axe layeth low, 
Didst thou fall, O unfortunate land! 
  Not by time, nor thy crime, 
  Came the shock and the blow. 
They were given by a false felon hand! 
  Alas, alas, and alas! 
  For the once proud people of Banba! 

O, my grief of all griefs 
  Is to see how thy throne 
Is usurped, whilst thyself art in thrall! 
  Other lands have their chiefs, 
  Have their kings, thou alone 
Art a wife, yet a widow withal! 
  Alas, alas, and alas! 
  For the once proud people of Banba! 

The high house of O’Neill 
  Is gone down to the dust, 
The O’Brien is clanless and banned; 
  And the steel, the red steel 
  May no more be the trust 
Of the Faithful and Brave in the land! 
  Alas, alas, and alas! 
  For the once proud people of Banba! 

True, alas! Wrong and Wrath 
  Were of old all too rife. 
Deeds were done which no good man admires 
  And perchance Heaven hath 
  Chastened us for the strife 
And the blood-shedding ways of our sires! 
  Alas, alas, and alas! 
  For the once proud people of Banba! 

But, no more! This our doom, 
  While our hearts yet are warm, 
Let us not over weakly deplore! 
  For the hour soon may loom 
  When the Lord’s mighty hand 
Shall be raised for our rescue once more! 
  And all our grief shall be turned into joy 
  For the still proud people of Banba!

© James Clarence Mangan