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

   

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   We slew them on the hillsides there and the plains below its level.
   and the only man to escape that day was pitch cap Tom the Devil"
   In Enniscorthy's blazing street's and Goreys crimson town
   Before those fearless pikemen the English red went down
   From Vinegar hill of redden blade we march to Wexford fair
   And high above her battered walls the green flag floated there.
   And then you know as Kelly told
   the way we fought at Ross
   That day of dire disaster of blood and ruin and loss.
   Whatever the fate o'ertakes this land when I'm no more
   Brave hearts shall bless the sagarts name which love for them Erin bore
   Ten thousand graves in Irish soil for English soldiers made, and would ten thousand ore have added

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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