English poem
TYRCONNELL
by Clinton Scollard (1860–1932)
They crowned Tyrconnell On the rock of Doon; "Hail! hail!" they said, To that anointed head, The henchman all; They led him to the hall; "Hail! hail! Tyrconnell!" How the rafters rang! Clang! clang! How the blades out-sprang, Like shimmering lake-water underneath the moon!
They slew Tyrconnell On the rock of Doon; "Traitor!" they said, Of that anointed head, The henchmen all Who haled him from the hall; "Base, base Tyrconnell!" How the scabbards rang!— Clang! clang! As the blades out-sprang, Like shimmering lake-water underneath the moon!