Volume: CBÉ 0481 (Part 1)

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1. Old Song - The Battle of Ross (continued)

   

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   No drums were beat no bugles rang; but, oh! the martial tread
   Of twice ten thousand stalwart men upon an Irish hill
   Made sweeter music to our hearts than trump or clarion shrill

   IV
   Oh, bravely gleamed our burnished blades in noontide's golden ray
   And blightely sung the summer birds to cheer us on our way
   Until we stood on Corbet's Hill one mile outside the town
   And halting there for night's repose we laid our weapons down.

   V
   But ere the Sun arose again the call to arms was made
   And in the twilight of the morn our troops were all arrayed
   And in the first flush of the day our herald went across
   To summon General Johnson to yield up the town of Ross.

   VI
   Though outlawed men & goaded long to madness or despair

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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

   New Ross, Co. Wexford

   Informant

   • Séamas de Faoite