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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 423 |
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It's for that base bloodthirsty crew, remark the word I
say, The Lord he will reward them against the judgment
day; The blood they have taken innocent, for it they'll
suffer sore, And the treatment that they gave to us that day at
Turloughmore.
The morning of their trial as they stood up in the dock, The words they spoke were feeling, the people round
them flock; " I tell you, Judge and Jury, the truth I will declare, It was Brew that ordered us to fire that evening at the
fair."
Now to conclude and finish this sad and doleful fray, I hope their souls are happy against the judgment day; It was little time they got, we know, when they fell
like new-mowed hay, May the Lord have mercy on their souls against the
judgment day. |
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THE STAR OF SLANE
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E brilliant muses, who ne'er refuses, But still infuses in the poet's mind, Your kind sweet favors to his endeavors, That his ardent labors should appear sublime; Preserve my study from getting muddy, My idea's ready, so inspire my brain; My quill refine, as I write each line,
On a nymph divine called the Star of Slane. |
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