School: Clochar na Trócaire, Gort Inse Guaire

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1. Gort - The Home of the Stranger (continued)

   

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   When we had our own Arrangers,
   Gort was not then as well we know,
   the Dumpling ground for strangers.

   4.
   And when they pass along our Paths,
   You can see some half fed changers
   With bowing heads and lifting hats,
   Paying Homage to the Strangers

   5.
   To think of days in our own town,
   Those days of long ago,
   When Brummuck* beat six Peelers down,
   The Hill of Carran Row

   6.
   Those days when Men were noted strong,
   Irish guards and Connaught Rangers,
   When round our town they used to Throng,
   There was no say for Strangers.

   7.
   In days when the water was spring,
   And they thanked the almighty giver,
   They would not use that uglything

   *A man of powerful build, who lived in the Gort workhouse and used get periodically insane

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   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Mary Leech

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Gort, Co. Galway

   Informant

   Miss Mollie Glynn

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Gort, Co. Galway