William Drennan – When Erin First Rose

William Drennan was the first person to refer to the Emeral Isle
William Drennan

William Drennan is thought to be the first person to refer to Ireland as “the emerald isle” in his poem “When Erin first rose”.

The phrase has become synonymous with Ireland ever since, especially in United States with Irish Americans looking back sentimentally on their homeland.

Drennan was born in Belfast in 1754. He was a doctor, poet and a nationalist, who objected to the poor conditions the Irish had to suffer, while working for British landowners. More here

He was strongly influenced by his father who was a Presbyterian minister. In 1791 he co-founded the Society of United Irishmen with Wolfe Tone and Thomas Russell.

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He was arrested 1794 for seditious libel, after writing political pamphlets for the United Irishmen. He was acquitted and continued to campaign for Catholic emancipation.

In Memory of my Mother by Patrick Kavanagh. Image copyright Ireland Calling

When Erin First Rose

When Erin first rose from the dark swelling flood,
God bless’d the green island and saw it was good;
The em’rald of Europe, it sparkled and shone,
In the ring of the world the most precious stone.
In her sun, in her soil, in her station thrice blest,
With her back towards Britain, her face to the West,
Erin stands proudly insular, on her steep shore,
And strikes her high harp ‘mid the ocean’s deep roar.

But when its soft tones seem to mourn and to weep,
The dark chain of silence is thrown o’er the deep;
At the thought of the past the tears gush from her eyes,
And the pulse of her heart makes her white bosom rise.
O! sons of green Erin, lament o’er the time
When religion was war, and our country a crime,
When man in God’s image inverted his plan,
And moulded his God in the image of man.

When the int’rest of state wrought the general woe,
The stranger a friend, and the native a foe;
While the mother rejoic’d o’er her children oppressed,
And clasp’d the invader more close to her breast.
When with pale for the body and pale for the soul,
Church and state joined in compact to conquer the whole;
And as Shannon was stained with Milesian blood,
Ey’d each other askance and pronounced it was good.

By the groans that ascend from your forefathers’ grave
For their country thus left to the brute and the slave,
Drive the demon of bigotry home to his den,
And where Britain made brutes now let Erin make men.
Let my sons like the leaves of the shamrock unite,
A partition of sects from one footstalk of right,
Give each his full share of the earth and the sky,
Nor fatten the slave where the serpent would die.

Alas! for poor Erin that some are still seen,
Who would dye the grass red from their hatred to green;
Yet, oh! when you’re up, and they’re down, let them live,
Then yield them that mercy which they would not give.
Arm of Erin, be strong! but be gentle as brave;
And uplifted to strike, be still ready to save;
Let no feeling of vengeance presume to defile
The cause of, or men of, the Emerald Isle.

The cause it is good, and the men they are true,
And the Green shall outlive both the Orange and Blue.
And the triumphs of Erin her daughters shall share
With the full swelling chest, and the fair flowing hair.
Their bosoms heave high for the worthy and brave,
But no coward shall rest in that soft-swelling wave;
Men of Erin! Awake, and make haste to be blest!
Rise! arch of the ocean, and queen of the West!

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It may seem strange at first sight that a person with a Presbyterian background like Drennan would criticise British rule and be in favour of Catholic emancipation, but that was not uncommon at that time.

Many of the people involved in the United Irishmen in the late 1790s were Protestant. They wanted independence and many of them took part in the 1798 rebellion.

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