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1. Mummers' Rhymes (continued)

   

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   for to maintain your crown
   And churches you have robbed them
   And our Abbeys you pulled down
   With laws most strict you did inflict
   Who dared complain you hung.
   Oppression sore for long we bore
   and to our claims we clung
   till that tyrant Cromwell next came o'er
   And nothing with us leaves
   Full fifty thousand of our sons
   he sold for British slaves.
   Although my sons have bravely fought
   for to maintain their right.
   Yet all the honour they received
   Was foremost in the fight

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   History Edit

   Date

   12 May 1936

   Item type

   Lore

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

   Informant

   • Ailís Ní Goch