Volume: CBÉ 0481 (Part 1)

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

   

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   With soldier pride we scorned to strike without a warning fair
   But fools were we to look for aught but blood from such a foe
   And ere our herald reached the walls a bullet laid him low.

   VII
   O'er Corbet Hill a murmur rolled like thunder in the sky
   Unspoken vows of vengeance passed from watchful eye to eye
   The pikes were clutched with firmer grasp and deeper drawn the breaths
   And hearts with eager passion throbbed to start the game of death

   VIII
   Young Kelly took five hundred men to drive the outposts back
   But as he went ten thousand more pressed fiercely on his track
   The yeomen horse, and English foot, that wild charge broke before
   As helpless they to break its might as leaves to stem the Nore

   IX
   In close pursuit of horse and foot into the town we sped

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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