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1. A Song of the Hedge-Schools (continued)

   

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   (I)

   We slaughtered and we hunted them to Connaught or to hell,

   Their babes we spiked, their boys and girls to planters we did sell,

   We hung their priests, we banned their schools, we ground their very face,

   We did our best to wipe from earth this hated Irish race.

   
   "Chorus"

   Its Paddy here and Paddy there,
   and Papish dogs away.
   But its Paddy come and join us,
   when the band begins to play.

   
   (II)

   In later days we did not fail we tried the self same game,
   We sent them off in coffin ships brought famine to their aid,
   We killed their industries, we made them starve or fly,
   And if they asked for work we said no Irish need apply.

   
   "Chorus"

   It's Paddy here and Paddy there,
   And dirty Irish swine
   But its Paddy come and join us
   when we form the firing line

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   History Edit

   Topics

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

   Language

   English

   Informant

   Mr Terry Rourke

   Gender

   Male

   Age

   74

   Address

   Cornamucklagh North, Co. Leitrim