Classic Poem

God of his goodnes, praysed that he be,
For the daylie increase of thy good fame,
O pleasant Waterford, thow loyal citie
That five hundred yeres receavest thy name
Er the later conquest unto thee came,
In Ireland deservest to be peereless--
Quia tu semper intacta manes.

. . . Henry the Valiant, famous of memorye,
Well did he know by true experyence
Thy true fydelytie in tyme of victorye
When Lambert was crowned by false advertence
And Parkin allso, with no lesse reverens,
Then only of this land thow were empresse--
Quia tu semper intacta manes.

. . . Now God we pray, that three art in one,
Preserve his high grace in royal estate
And kepe this cytie from dyvysyon
In true allegiaunce, without debate,
And our hartes in the same to sociate;
Then Waterford true shall never decrease--
Quam diu vere intacta manes.