The fate of Ireland's freedom would be decided at Kinsale, The conclusion of the Nine Years War, the decimation of the Gael! In Sixteen Hundred and One, The Spanish joined the fight, They landed at Kinsale, Four thousand blades the Spanish bore. Mountjoy rallied for battle, with a plan to win the war, Towards the Spanish forces, he would meet them at Kinsale.
O'Neill did leave his stronghold in the North, The Spanish would need aid, and tactical support. He destroyed the lands of his enemy as he marched, Leaving hundreds dead, their lands with fire he scorched!
Mountjoy's men surrounded all of Kinsale The Spanish under siege, arrows fell like hail. The English navy cut the town off from the sea, O'Neill knew the time had come, prepare to fight or flee!
The English had strength in numbers but the ridge, the Irish held, O'Neill ordered a surprise attack, as the English cavalry swelled. The cavalry attacked with fierce, they charged through O'Neill's men. An army that was close to destruction – from starvation, disease and drought, Had turned the war in their favour, the Irish were near wiped out. The Spanish forces surrendered, O'Neill fled to the North!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
