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HYLAND'S MAMMOTH |
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THE CROPPY BOY.
Good men and true in thia house who dwell,
To a stranger bouchal I pray you tell,
Is the priest at home? or may he be seen?
I'd speak a word with Father Green.
The priest's at home, boy, and may be seen,
'Tis easy speaking with Father Green,
But you must wait till I go see
If the holy father alone may be.
The youth has entered an empty hall—
What a lonely sound has his light footfall,
And the gloomy chamber's chill and bare,
With a. vested priest In a lonely chair.
The youth has knelt to tell his sins,
"Nomine Dei" the youth begins;
At "mea culpa" he beats his breast.
And in broken accents he tells the rest.
"At the siege of Ross did my father fall.
And at Gorey my loving brothers all;
I alone am left of my name and race;
I will go to Wexford to take their place.
"I cursed three times since last Easter day.
At mass time once I went to play,
I passed the churchyard one day in haste
And forgot to pray for my mother's rest.
"I bear no hate against living thing,
But I love my country above my king.
Now, bless me, Father, that I may go
To die, if God hath ordained it so."
The priest said nought but a rustling not
Made the youth look up in wild surprise;
The robes are off and in scarlet there
Sat a yeoman captain with fiery glare.
With fiery glare and with fury hoarse,
Instead of a blessing he breathed a curse—
" 'Twas a good thought, boy, to come here and shriv*.
For one short hour is your time to live.
"Upon yon river three tenders float,
The priest's in one if he isn't shot—
We hold his house for our Lord the King,
And amen, say I, may all traitors swing."
At Geneva barrack that young man died,
And at Passage they have his body laid,
Good people who live in peace and joy,
Give a prayer and a tear for the Croppy Boy. |
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ORANGE AND GREEN.
Ireland rejoice and England deplore, Faction and feud are passing away. 'Twas a low voice, but 'tis a loud roar, "Orange and Green will carry the day!" Orange! Orange! Green and Orange! Pitted together in many a fray! Hans in fight and linked in their might, Orange and Green will carry the day. Orange! Orange! Green and Orange! Wave them together o'er mountain and bay! Orange and Green! Our King and our Queen! Orange and Green will carry the day! |
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