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1. Mummers' Rhymes - Father Murphy's Rhyme (continued)

   

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   by a traitorous soldiery
   The Captan speaks
   Ah yes Father but why did you advise each man to lay down his pike.
   Father Murphy
   Ah yes but I told him forge another
   When the hour to s trike had come
   Too oft brave youth in prudence lost our countries liberty.
   Too oft I've heard the doleful tales of deeds done recklessly
   'Twas Mc.Mahon boast no traitir he who filed the brav Ó'Moor [?]
   And Dermots rash and born of hate
   first brought the Norman o'er
   I pride to tell how brave and well I lead those Shilmalies
   Through battle fire and slaughter
   Through vales of blood and tear.
   We were not sworn for to fight
   in a van of gallant tone
   But when the hour to fight had come, we stood ourselves alone

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   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

   Date

   26 June 1936

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   English

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

   Informant

   • Seán Dillon