Nec flectitur

O’Hegarty

You bear to mind a nature resolute
and undesigned
Familiar as the old oak tree
Whose roots ripen the earth
and boughs above it nigh
You remain steadfast through rural famine
and war’s unrepentant crime

O’Hegarty survives
O’Hegarty survives

O’Hegarty

Raised modest and true
tall and comely with eyes of blue
Whose sons and brothers lay in battlegrounds
Whose courage courses without a sound
Whose mien meets heartache without a wink or whine
Who surmounts his landscape
for the toughest of hides

O’Hegarty survives
O’Hegarty survives

O’Hegarty

Cease not by the labor of mines
Nor the waters that twain this continental divide
Cease not growing; cease not strolling
Bow ne’er to the iniquity of Time
Awaken with vision—
for to you was God given
Just and green as the fields of Ireland
Knowing not how pure the music plays
upon its ground

O’Hegarty is mine
O’Hegarty is mine

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