The Gallant Irish yeoman,
Home from the war has come
Each victory gained o'er foeman
Why should our bards be dumb?How shall we sing their praises
Our glory in their deeds?
Renowned their worth amazes,
Empire their prowess needs.So to Old Ireland's hearts and homes
We welcome now our own brave boys
In cot and hall; neath lordly domes
Love's heroes share once more our joys.Love is the Lord of all just now
Be he the husband, lover, son,
Each dauntless soul recalls the vow
By which not fame, but love was won.United now in fond embrace
Salute with joy each well-loved face
Yeoman, in women's hearts you hold the place.-- Oliver St John Gogarty.