O'Neill's Complaint

The battle is done
The tide is in run
And soon I must hasten away
From high on a hill
The cannons are still
And I must from Kinsale depart

Oh Ireland mourns for sons, she has born
And men they shall never become
Tell all of our company still left alive
The House of O'Neill is no more

December shall pass
And this poor Gallowglas
Must turn from the conquering foe
This Christmas we found
Gave Mountjoy the ground
His cavalry soon took the field

Oh Ireland mourns for sons, she has born
And men they shall never become
Tell all of our company still left alive
The House of O'Neill is no more

Our fortitude lost guns useless with frost
We fled to the neighboring town
With provisions there, we rationed our fare
But hunger soon mastered our cause

Oh Ireland mourns for sons, she has born
And men they shall never become
Tell all of our company still left alive
The House of O'Neill is no more

The battle is done
The tide is in run
And soon I must hasten away
From high on the hill
The cannons are still
And I must from Kinsale depart



Credits
Writer(s): David Andrew Simmons
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