Volume: CBÉ 0407 (Part 2)

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1. Coughlan of Rathrush (continued)

   

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   Loud and long his swagger cockle
   With echo reassuring;
   But Ned heeds not that idle prattle -
   His plan is all alluring.

   While yet ten yards from arched pier
   With hushed and baited breath
   He whispers in his horse's ear :-
   "Now for life or death".

   From coup to mane the noble steed
   Quivered as if belied
   And twitched and swayed like lovely reed
   That howling gusts defied.

   Shot up her spine and leg and knee
   Her ears rise up defiant.
   With chomping bit and snapple free
   Upon as on pivot pliant,

   And o'er that archêd gate she swung
   And swiftly passed from view.
   And the morning air with muskets rung:
   "Hurrah! my bonnie Lishnoo"

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   Lore

   Language

   English

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   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

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