The lament

Ah why, Patrick Sarsfield, did we let your ships sail

Away to French Flanders from green Innisfail?

For far from your country you lie cold and low;

Ah why, Patrick Sarsfield, ah, why did you go?

We prayed, Patrick Sarsfield, to see you sail home,

Your flag waving victory above the white foam.

But still in our fetters, poor slaves we live on;

For oh, Patrick Sarsfield, for oh, you are gone!