Poem by Thomas Osborne Davis

The Vow of Tipperary

I.

From Carrick streets to Shannon shore,
  From Slievenamon to Ballindeary,
From Longford Pass to Gaillte Mór,
  Come hear The Vow of Tipperary.

II.

Too long we fought for Britain's cause,
  And of our blood were never chary;
She paid us back with tyrant laws,
  And thinned The Homes of Tipperary.

III.

Too long with rash and single arm,
  The peasant strove to guard his eyrie,
Till Irish blood bedewed each farm,
  And Ireland wept for Tipperary.

IV.

But never more we'll lift a hand--
  We swear by God and Virgin Mary!
Except in war for Native Land,
  And that's The Vow of Tipperary!

1. The Boatman of Kinsale
2. The Green above the Red
3. We Must Not Fail
4. O'Connell's Statue
5. The Sack of Baltimore

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