Volume: CBÉ 0481 (Part 1)

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1. Old Song - Mary of Cappoquin (continued)

   

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   And I was forced to bid adieu,
   To Ireland and to Cappoquin.

   IV
   Sweet girl, how fair she looked & bright
   With downcast eyes and modest mien
   Her warm heart throbbed for Ireland's right
   And dearly loved the Jacket Green
   "Farewell," she said, "well meet again
   When brighter days perhaps shall come
   When hearts that now are dark with pain
   Shall beat with hope in Cappoquin.

   V
   But come not with the hireling slave
   Who bends before the foeman's rod
   Who panders to the tyrant knave
   And fears to raise his soul to God
   Come not to stain your country's name
   As traitorous hireling slaves have done
   Such wretches blot the honest fame
   Of Ireland and of Cappoquin

   VI
   But come when on our Irish hills
   Fair freedom's beacon-fires are seen
   When vengeance every bosom thrills
   And freedom stands beneath the green

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   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

   Date

   April 1938

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   English

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

   Location

   Cappoquin, Co. Waterford

   Informant

   • Séamas de Faoite