Lord Offaly - David McWilliams

I am the Lord of Offaly

Silken Thomas is my name

No sword for Henry will I hold

My heritage I claim

To trust no more in foreign kings

Whose word I treat with scorn

My father lies in London’s tower

The prey of Henry’s pawns

Here in your council chamber

Where long I have been blind

This sword of state I give and more

The curse of Geraldine

The chanting of my harper

Foretells what must be done

My army lies in Maynooth now

My battle flag is hung