School: Taobh Breac (roll number 15227)
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- Tievebrack, Co. Donegal
- Teacher: Donnchadh E. Mac Congáile
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The Wild Rapparee (continued)
5. But who be those horsemen so late in the storm!
And what seems that glare? 'Tis the King's uniform!
God grant that awake and not sleeping he be:
There are hounds on the track of the Wild Raparee'6. 'Tis morn, and the horsemen return from the heath
But the sword of the foremost is not in its sheath,
Ah, no! on its bright point, all gory to see
Is the head of the outlaw, the Wild Raparee.
FINIS
III The Gray Stone On The Heath.
1. O, have you been to Coal-pit Hill
Wheres the hares and moorcocks ‘bide,
And the huge gray stone of a coffin shape
Sleeps on the brown hillside
Near the Giants Seat with the print of feet
Down in the rock beneath?
O some monster Celt of the olden time
Hath made his home on this heath!2. They are relics these of a giant race
That ruled ere Fionn held sway,
In a distant era that finds no place
In the pages of history.
But they tell a tale of the ancient Gaedhal
Though in letters it be not told
It is written deep on the dark hillside
And those relics the secret hold.3. Mayhap some giant shepherd dwelt
Below in the valley there,
Who oft at morn on the brown heath knelt
To his heathen gods in prayer.
And all day long his flocks among
Caroll’d some ancient lay
That told of valour or love or lore
In the days when his sires held sway.4. And when at eve his flocks were penned
In some quiet grassy spot
Betook him, the quiet hours to spend
To a neighbouring shepherd’s cot
Or sought yon stream by the last faint gleam
Of sunlight still caressed.
While his wanderings disturbed but the patient flowers
Or drove the coot from her nest.(continues on next page)- Collector
- Donnachadh E. Mac Congáile
- Gender
- Male
- Occupation
- Múinteoir
- Informant
- James Mc Loughlin
- Gender
- Male
- Address
- Tievebrack, Co. Donegal
- (continued from previous page)5. But who be those horsemen so late in the storm?
And what seems that glare? ‘Tis the King’s uniform!
God grant that awake and not sleeping he be:
There are hounds on the track of the Wild Raparee.6. ‘Tis morn, and the horsemen return from the heath.
But the sword of the foremost is not in its sheath,
Ah, no! on its bright point, all gory to see
Is the head of the outlaw, the Wild RapareeFinis