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1. Folklore - A Second Ballad of Peter Crowley (continued)

   

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   Fell in dead repose.
   And many the night he shouldered it, through dark and dreary roads
   But stiff and cold he now lies low
   A Chuisle Stór Machree.
   Because he was a Fenian bold and fought for liberty.

   IIII
   Come tell me Peter Crowley come tell me brave and true
   Who entered into Kilclooney wood that day along with you.
   Who stood behind that broad oak tree and fired a signal gun
   And said he died for Ireland rights,
   Tis you my darling son.

   V
   Around his grave and silent tomb, the grass is now growing green
   And underneath, young Crowley sleeps, because he loved the green
   In Ballymacoda chapel yard, his remains, they now are laid.

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Máiréad Bean Uí Réagáin

   Gender

   Female

   Occupation

   Múinteoir