School: An Mhainistir, Malla (roll number 12519)
- Location:
- Mallow, Co. Cork
- Teacher: An Bráthair Lúcás
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0369, Page 604
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A Song (continued)
“Come all ye trueborn Irish lads ¶ And listen to my song...”
(continued from previous page)But Mallow's pride could e'er defy
The thundering Spanish main,
They cast their garments to the clouds
At half-past three o'clock,
And then they clashed with frightful glee,
The Rakes and bold Blackrock.The rain did stop, the wind did quail
Before the dreadful roar
And Blarney Castle stood up straight
And called to old Dromore
The whistle blew, the battle raged
"We are no laughing stock
Ye Mallow Rakes, we'll show ye now
Said the hurlers of Blackrock.Like thunderbolts from Jove's right hand
Like wolves round flock of sheep
Like tigers from the forest fast,
Like sharks from ocean deep,
They struggled for an hour or moe,
And with many a bloody shock
These dashing, smashing hurling men
Of Mallow and Blackrock.Right gallantly did Seán Ógs band
Fight on for victory's fame(continues on next page)