William Percy French (1854 - 1920 / Elphin / Ireland)
Poems of William Percy French
|1.||Abdul Abulbul Amir||1/1/2004|
|3.||Are Ye Right, There, Michael?||1/1/2004|
|4.||Celestial Painting (Sunset at Renvyle)||1/1/2004|
|6.||If I should die tonight||1/1/2004|
|8.||The Mountains of Mourne||1/1/2004|
|9.||To the West||4/7/2010|
My brother Andy said, that for a soldier he would go,
So great excitement came upon the house of McElroe.
My father sold a bog-hole to equip him for the war.
And my mother sold the cushions of her Sunday jaunting car.
And when brave Andy reach'd the front, 'twas furious
work he made,
They appointed him a private in the Crocodile Brigade.
The sound of Andy's battle cry struck terror thro' the foe.
His foot was on the desert and his name was McElroe.