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1. The Green Woods of Truagh (continued)

   

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   For there she dwelt, his only love,
   The dark eyed proud Maureen.
   Whom he hopes some day will bless his home
   In the woods of Truagh so green.

   To night I come to see you love,
   And hear your answer sweet.
   For I may in the battle fall
   And never more we'll meet.

   "Go forth, go forth, my blessing go
   And smile the Saxon hordes.
   When you return, I'll be your bride
   Without another word."

   He pressed her to his yellow locks,
   As the sun was sinking down.
   Behind yon western wooded hills.
   That o'erlook Glasslough town.

   McKenna lightly mounts his steed,
   At the twilight of the eve,
   And out thro Davagh hills he fled,
   And the woods of Truagh so green.

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   History Edit

   Topics

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

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Bernard Sweeney

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Derrygorry, Co. Monaghan

   Collector

   Brigid Treanor

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Ardginny, Co. Monaghan

   Collector

   Maggie Corrigan

   Gender

   Female