THE WHITE COCKADE. Taid mo gra fir fi breataib du. King Charles he is King James's son, Then up with shout, and out with blade, Thou yet hast hearts of fire and truth; My young men's hearts are dark with woe; But up with shout, and out with blade ;— No more the cuckoo hails the spring, The woods no more with the staunch-hounds ring; THE AVENGER. Dù bfeacin sen la sin bo seusta bfeic m’intin. O! Heavens, if that long-wish'd-for morning I spied, As high as three kings I'd leap up in my pride; With transport I'd laugh, and my shout should arise, As the fires from each mountain blazed bright to the skies. The Avenger shall lead us right on to the foe; Our horns should sound out, and our trumpets should blow; Ten thousand huzzas should ascend to high heaven, When our Prince was restored, and our fetters were riven. O! Chieftains of Ulster, when will you come forth, And send your strong cry to the winds of the north? The wrongs of a King call aloud for your steel,— Red stars of the battle-O'Donnel, O'Neal ! Bright house of O'Connor, high offspring of kings, Momonia of Druids,-green dwelling of song!— L O come from your hills, like the waves to the shore, The names, in this last song, are those of the principal families in Ireland, many of whom, however, were decided enemies to the house of Stuart. The reader cannot fail to observe the strange expectation which these writers entertained of the nature of the Pretender's designs: they call on him not to come to reinstate himself on the throne of his fathers, but to aid them in doing vengeance on the "flint-hearted Saxon." Nothing, however, could be more natural. The Irish Jacobites, at least the Romon Catholics, were in the habit of claiming the Stuarts as of the Melisian line, fondly deducing them from Fergus, and the Celts of Ireland. Who the avenger is, whose arrival is prayed for in the last song, I am not sure; but circumstances, too tedious to be detailed, make me think that the date of the song is 1708, when a general impression prevailed that the field would be taken, in favour of the Pretender, under a commander of more weight and authority than had come forward before. His name was kept a secret. Very little has been written on the history of the Jacobites of Ireland, and yet I think it would be an interesting subject. We have now arrived at a time when it could be done, without exciting any angry feelings. In Momonia, (Munster,) Druidism appears to have flourished most, as we may conjecture, from the numerous remains of Druidical workmanship, and the names of places indicating that worship. The records of the province are the best kept of any in Ireland, and it has proverbially retained among the peasantry a character for superior learning. THE LAMENT OF O'GNIVE. (FEARFLATHA O'GNIAMH was family Olamh, or Bard, to the O'Neil of Clanoboy about the year 1556. The Poem, of which the following lines are the translation, commences with "Ma thruagh mar ataid' Goadhil." How dimn'd is the glory that circled the Gael, Like a bark on the ocean, long shattered and tost, O where is the beauty that beam'd on thy brow? * Innisfail -the Island of destiny, one of the names of Ireland. Bright shades of our sires! from your home in the skies O blast not your sons with the scorn of your eyes! Proud spirit of Gollam* how red is thy cheek, For thy freemen are slaves, and thy mighty are weak! O'Neil† of the Hostages; Con whose high name, On a hundred red battles has floated to fame, Let the long grass still sigh undisturbed o'er thy sleep; Arise not to shame us, awake not to weep. In thy broad wing of darkness enfold us O night; Affliction's dark waters your spirits have bow'd, And oppression hath wrapped all your land in its shroud, Since first from the Brehon's|| pure justice you stray'd, And bent to those laws the proud Saxon has made. * Gollamh-A name of Milesius the Spanish Progenitor of the Irish O's and Macs. Nial- of the Nine Hostages, the Heroic Monarch of Ireland, in the 4th Century-and ancestor of the O'Neil family. Con Cead Catha-Con of the Hundred Fights, monarch of the Island in the 2nd Century; although the fighter of a hundred battles, he was not the victor of a hundred fields ;-his valorous Rival, Owen King of Munster, compelled him to a division of the Kingdom. Brehons-The hereditary Judges of the Irish Septs. |