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1. Mummers' Rhymes - Michael Dwyer (continued)

   

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   I looked around my comrades three were numbered with the dead. "Brave souls" I prayed in the morning light May heaven be your bed Mac Alister that noble soul, his fame shall never die, Nor foxmen dare too softly when Irishmen are nigh. Whene'er I think on your sad face My heart would almost break So I call in Robert Emmett who has died for Ireland's sake.

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2. Mummers' Rhymes - Sarsfield's Rhyme

   

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   Sarsfield is the word and Sarsfield is the man
   Let England tell before that fight how oft her soldiers ran.
   Phil Sheridans work and daring ride full fifty miles away
   Retrieved the fortune of a fight mine are none the less I say.

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