Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард)

Tyrconnell

  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!

1. Off Connemara
2. Kilmelchedor
3. The Isle of Doom
4. At Monaree
5. Desmond

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