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   That I cannot understand
   But I only ask of Grace
   To practice what I preach.
   Though monstrous March
   With age's hair getting silvery gray
   With a cold and bitter blast
   He swept around the Hill that day
   To show his great majestic power
   His voice with fury wield
   He exiled a little violet flower
   When but a child.
   But March is gone like Jerboams
   Like Garibaldi or Absulom of old
   Who had a wicked reign
   Who left no Grace about his place
   Nor violets to remain
   But I hope his great successor
   In prudence will abide
   And have a bunch of violets blue
   To decorate young May his bride.
   Until my hand it gets not power
   And mountains leaves their place
   I'll praise the little violet flower
   And I'll pray every day for Grace
   The "sunscorched Hill" = Bishop Hill
   "just but for an hour" = the young girl Violet

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   History Edit

   Topics

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

   Language

   English

   Informant

   Patrick Bonner

   Gender

   Male

   Age

   66

   Address

   Culdaff, Co. Donegal