AN GAODHAL
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O'DONNELL ABOO.
O'Donnell Aboo was a favorite chorus song with
the Gaelic societies of Brooklyn and New York some
years ago. We hope the practice will be revived a¬
gain. The air for this march should be sung in a
major key, though our New York friends sang it in
key minor. Of course, the time is common time —
with "triumphant force and energy."
Proudly the note of the trumpet is sounding,
Loudly the war cries arise on the gale,
Fleetly the steed by Lough Swilly is bounding
To join the thick squadrons on Saimear's green
[vale;
On ev'ry mountaineer,
Strangers to flight and fear,
Rush to the standard of dauntless Red Hugh
Bonnought and Gallowglass,
Throng from each mountain pass!
On for old Erin, O'Donnell Aboo!
Princely O'Neill to our aid is advancing
With many a chieftain and warrior clan;
A thousand proud steeds in his vanguard are pran¬
[cing,
Neath the borderers brave from the banks of the
[Bann:
Many a heart shall quail
Under his coat of mail;
Deeply the merciless foeman shall rue,
When on his ears shall ring,
Borne on the breeze's wing,
Tirconnell’s dread war cry, "O'Donnell Aboo!"
Wildly o'er Desmond the war wolf is howling,
Fearless the Eagle sweeps over the plain,
The fox in streets of the city is prowling, —
All, all who would scare him are banished or
[slain!
Grasp, every stalwart hand,
Hackbut and battle brand,
Pay them all back the deep debt so long due;
Norris and Clifford well
Clan of Tir-Connell tell, —
Onward to glory, "O'Donnell Aboo!"
Sacred the cause Clan-Connaill's defending,
The altars we kneel at and homes of our sires;
Ruthless the ruin the foe is extending,
Midnight is red with the plunderers fires !
On with O'Donnell then,
Fight the old fight again,
Sons of Tir-Conaill, all valiant and true!
Make the false Saxon feel
Erin's avenging steel !
Strike for your country, "O'Donnell Aboo!"
