This has to be favourite song of all time, it is about a Jacobite Munster woman mourning her true love who fell defending Limerick city from the Putschist Army, even more filthy and dirty than the Little Russian Pustchist army of today, of Billy the Pink. It encapsulates a lot of important values.
"Oh Ireland is sad is thy lonely soul
And harsh beats the winter sea
But sadder and higher than wild waves roll
Are the hearts that break for Thee,
Yet grief shall come to our heartless foes
And their Thrones in the dust be seen
That is why Irish Maids love none but those
Who wear the Jackets Green".
I doubt that he or she is one those petitioning the Holy See to make King Edward Longshanks a Saint. He would find my mum in law more horrific than Irish Republicans. I disapprove of sinful anti-Semitism, but it has to faced that Anglophile is really Ziophile.