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1. A Song about Lord Leitrim (continued)

   

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   And this to them did say,
   And ordered them for to out,
   Again the first of they.

   Because to his bog-tickets,
   Those men they would not sign,
   And alas this Brimick orange boy,
   No more he would tyrannise.

   You dare not break one field,
   Until you would ask his leave,
   Nor otherwise you dare not sell,
   One hundred of your hay.

   It this cupple heard of it,
   And there is no doubt,
   No rent he would ever take,
   Until he put you out.

   So it is for this stewards,
   And girls they may sit down,
   So to conclude and finish,
   I have no more to say.

   I hear that those few persons,
   Got free from Liffey Jail,
   The men who were in were innocent,
   They were not there atall

   For the men that shot Lord Leitrim
   Live far from Donegal.

   

   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

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   Topics

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

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Bríghid Ní Buadhachain

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Drumgownagh, Co. Leitrim