Lord Offaly

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