POEM from Devin of the 23rd Ill (AS I STOOD)

Ok, i worte one inspired by the saturday battle at Mahaffie. The rhyme is not perfect and it doesnt have the greatest flow, but I gave it a try, I think you may find it fairly decent.
Enjoy.

On That Day
Devin Wielar
As I stood true
In the long ranks of blue
And the banner, glittering green, o’er head
I think of days of old
The one, to me, my father told
Of the battles in old Erin long ago

Of the brave Celtic men
Who no men do shun
Fought for freedom and their homes
And then I stood there
With others who answered the call
Many of whom would courageously fall

We were heard near and far
By the few and all
They had hear our call, “FAJ AN BEALAC”
And the rebels felt the shock
Of our musket shots
Then an ancient frenzy kicked up in us all

And the piped, they had piped
And the beautiful green flag waved
The rebels could hear Tommy Moore
“The minstrel boy has gone to war”
Chased the cowards off the field
Because Erin’s boys refused to yield

The men, they sang a beautiful tune
The piper’s bagpipes kept up too
But the field was unbare, filled with grey and blue
And I knelt down and cried
For the brave men who had died
Their names we’ll ne’er forget

But even so, it goes to show
That Ireland wont yield
The brave rebs they tried, but they all fought and died
And on that day, we pushed them all away
Like a brave and a furious tide.