John Breslin, The Cruise of the Catalpa: A Poem
“ The emblem of a patriot’s love, The symbol of a Nation’s faith, We swear each fold that floats above, To hold and guard it until death. Soon may we see Amongst the free Our Tricolor, a standard brave! Green, white and gold, Proudly unrolled, Triumphant over Ireland wave! Our own young flag, Our dear young flag, Our Tricolor. Our brave young flag, Long torn and tried; Now side by side, True hearts uphold, Our brave young flag. ”
