Skip to content
1880–1916

A SONG OF THE IRISH ARMIES

Tom Kettle

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.

Cookies on Poetry Cove

We use cookies to remember your language preference and — only with your consent — to learn how Poetry Cove is used. You can change your mind any time.
A SONG OF THE IRISH ARMIES · Tom Kettle · Poetry Cove