O WE have loved you through cold and rain <br />And pitiless frost, <br />Consuming our offering of blood and brain <br />Gladly again and again and again, <br />Though it all seemed lost, <br />Ireland, Ireland! <br />O we will fight, fight on for you till <br />Your anguish is past, <br />The wronged ones righted, the tyrants still. — <br />Though God has not saved you, yet we will, <br />At the last, at the last, <br />Ireland, Ireland! <br />O we will love you in warmth and light <br />And the happy day, <br />When you have forgotten the terrible night, <br />Standing proud and beautiful bright <br />For ever and aye, <br />Ireland, Ireland!<br /><br />Francis William Lauderdale Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ireland-11/
