School: Béal Átha an Dá Chab

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1. The Croppy Boy (continued)

   

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   And forgot to pray for my mother's rest.
   O' Father, bless me, and let me go;
   To die if God has ordained it so;
   I bear no hate to a living thing;
   But I love my country above my king.
   The youth looked up and a rumbling noise
   Made the youth look around in wild surprise.
   For the robes are off and in scarlet there.
   Stood a yeoman Captain, in firey glare;
   With fiery glare and with fury hoarse
   Instead of a blessing he breathes a curse;
   'Twas a good thought now to come here and shrive;
   For one short hour is your time alive.
   We hold our house for Our Lord the King;
   And "amen" say I may all traitors swing;
   Upon yonder river three tenders float,
   The priest's in one if he isn't shot.

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Kitty Cronin

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Coolagh More, Co. Cork

   Informant

   Mr F. O' Sullivan

   Gender

   Male

   Age

   c. 72

   Occupation

   Farmer

   Address

   Coolagh More, Co. Cork