Volume: CBÉ 0190
- Date
- 1936
- Collector
- Locations
![The Main Manuscript Collection, Volume 0190, Page 199](https://doras.gaois.ie/cbe/CBE_0190%2FCBE_0190_199.jpg?format=jpg&width=1600&quality=85)
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The Main Manuscript Collection, Volume 0190, Page 199
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- (continued from previous page)the barn is all in flames
My three uncles fell, I grieve to tell
They were Martin Tom and James.
And my poor Aunt Kate stood at the gate
Herself and her child were slain
So my teeth I cringed to have revenge
for Ballyshannon lane.
VI
These were the words my poor mother sang
into my youthful ears
When for weeks and weeks rolled down her cheeks
the hot and scalding tears.
And my brother Mike forged me a pike to take to those hills again, so if Ireland need, I'm here to bleed for Ballyshannon lane(continues on next page)