Of fawning priests — no friends of his.

May everlasting shame consume

The memory of those who tried

To befoul and smear the exalted name

Of one who spurned them in his pride.

He fell as fall the mighty ones,

Nobly undaunted to the last,

And death has now united him

With Erin’s heroes of the past.

No sound of strife disturb his sleep!

Calmly he rests: no human pain

Or high ambition spurs him now