Here you will find the Poem Ireland of poet Francis William Lauderdale Adams
O WE have loved you through cold and rain And pitiless frost, Consuming our offering of blood and brain Gladly again and again and again, Though it all seemed lost, Ireland, Ireland! O we will fight, fight on for you till Your anguish is past, The wronged ones righted, the tyrants still. ? Though God has not saved you, yet we will, At the last, at the last, Ireland, Ireland! O we will love you in warmth and light And the happy day, When you have forgotten the terrible night, Standing proud and beautiful bright For ever and aye, Ireland, Ireland!
