A Broadside: No. 1. Seventh and Last Year of the Set
Title
A Broadside: No. 1. Seventh and Last Year of the Set
Subject
Ireland
Cuala Press
A Broadside
Irish Literary Revival
The Gaelic Revival
Description
PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY E. C. YEATS AT THE CUALA PRESS, CHURCHTOWN, DUNDRUM, COUNTY DUBLIN. SUBSCRIPTION TWELVE SHILLINGS A YEAR POST FREE.
30 copies only.
30 copies only.
The woodcut on page [3] caption: "THE PAVEMENT ARTIST". Signed by Jack B. Yeats.
Creator
E. C. Yeats
Jack B. Yeats
James Clarence Mangan
Publisher
Cuala Press
Date
June, 1914
Text
KATHLEEN NI-HOULIHAN
Long they pine in weary woe, the nobles of our land,
Long they wander, houseless, altarless, they bear the exile's brand;
But their hope is in the coming-to of Kathleen Ni-Houlihan!
Think her not a ghastly hag, too hideous to be seen,
Call her not unseemly names, our matchless Kathleen;
Young she is, and fair she is, and would be crowned a queen,
Were the King's son at home here with Kathleen Ni-Houlihan!
Sweet and mild would look her face, O none so sweet and mild,
Could she crush the foes by whom her beauty is reviled;
Woollen plaids would grace herself and robes of silk her child,
If the King's son were living here with Kathleen Ni-Houlihan!
Sore disgrace it is to see the Arbitress of thrones,
Vassal to a Saxoneen of cold and sapless bones!
Bitter anguish wrings our souls - with heavy sighs and groans
We wait the Young delivered of Kathleen Ni-Houlihan!
Let us pray to Him who holds Life's issues in his hands -
Him who formed the mighty globe, with its thousand lands;
Girding them with seas and mountains, rivers deep and strands,
To cast a look of pity upon Kathleen Ni-Houlihan!
He, who over sands and waves led Israel along -
He, who fed with heavenly bread, that chosen tribe and throng -
He, who stood with Moses, when his foes were fierce and strong -
May he show forth His might in saving Kathleen Ni-Houlihan.
James Clarence Mangan.
Long they pine in weary woe, the nobles of our land,
Long they wander, houseless, altarless, they bear the exile's brand;
But their hope is in the coming-to of Kathleen Ni-Houlihan!
Think her not a ghastly hag, too hideous to be seen,
Call her not unseemly names, our matchless Kathleen;
Young she is, and fair she is, and would be crowned a queen,
Were the King's son at home here with Kathleen Ni-Houlihan!
Sweet and mild would look her face, O none so sweet and mild,
Could she crush the foes by whom her beauty is reviled;
Woollen plaids would grace herself and robes of silk her child,
If the King's son were living here with Kathleen Ni-Houlihan!
Sore disgrace it is to see the Arbitress of thrones,
Vassal to a Saxoneen of cold and sapless bones!
Bitter anguish wrings our souls - with heavy sighs and groans
We wait the Young delivered of Kathleen Ni-Houlihan!
Let us pray to Him who holds Life's issues in his hands -
Him who formed the mighty globe, with its thousand lands;
Girding them with seas and mountains, rivers deep and strands,
To cast a look of pity upon Kathleen Ni-Houlihan!
He, who over sands and waves led Israel along -
He, who fed with heavenly bread, that chosen tribe and throng -
He, who stood with Moses, when his foes were fierce and strong -
May he show forth His might in saving Kathleen Ni-Houlihan.
James Clarence Mangan.
Original Format
Broadside
Collection
Citation
E. C. Yeats, Jack B. Yeats, and James Clarence Mangan, “A Broadside: No. 1. Seventh and Last Year of the Set,” Linda Lear Center Digital Collections and Exhibitions, accessed April 24, 2024, https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1419.