A SONG OF THE IRISH ARMIES

A wind blew out of the Prussian plain;

It scourged Liege, and it broke Louvain,

And Belgium shook with the tramp of Cain,

That a Kaiser might be mad.

“Iron is God!” — and they served him well —

“Honour a mark for shot and shell.”

So they loosed the devils out of Hell

From Birr to Allahabad.