School: Gort na Carraige (Rockfield) (roll number 9009)

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1. A Song or a Rhyme (continued)

   “Room, Room, give me room,”

   

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   And the Spanish fort’s quake,
   And I beat the jolly Dutchmen,
   Till I made their hearts ache,
   And if you don’t believe what I say,
   Enter St Patrick and he’ll soon clear the way.

   St Patrick comes in. He has a special sash
   to distinguish him from the rest. His rhyme is
   Here comes I, St Patrick,
   With armour shining bright,
   I am a famous champion,
   Likewise a worthy knight,
   My name is famed and honoured,
   Wherever I may go.
   Around the little emerald isle,
   Where the three leaved shamrock grows.
   And if you don’t believe what I say,
   Enter Turkish Champion and he'll soon
   clear the way.

   Enter Turkish Champion wears special clothes with a sword and a hat of Turkey feather’s
   His face is browned with brown polish so as to disguise his features. He says
   Here comes I Turkish Champion,
   From Turkey land I have come
   To fight Prince George my name.
   I’ll cut him and slash him,

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   History Edit

   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Martin Keegan

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Templenew, Co. Donegal

   Informant

   Patrick Fannon

   Gender

   Male

   Age

   22

   Address

   Lissacholly, Co. Donegal