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School: Creathlach, Mainistir na Féile (roll number 16371)

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Crataloe West, Co. Limerick
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Dáithí Mac an Bháird
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  1. A Local Song (continued)

    “Without hesitation we have got a proclamation.”

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    A Local Song
    Without hesitation we have got a proclamation
    To free our nation as they say from crime.
    To stop the League and intimidation
    And make us pay our rack rents in time.
    But all the laws that a hellish parliament
    Or English scoundrils can devise
    Won't make us cease from agitating.
    Till we free our nation from rogues and spies.
    II
    Now this proclamation was an imitation
    Of its predecessors who were killed and slain
    Whose whole ambition and full intention
    Was to suppress the plan of campaign
    But the men of Bodyke and famed Goolfreany
    And not forgetting brave Herbertstown
    Held up their banners and fought courageous
    Until they b[r]ought their own rack rents crumbling down
    III
    Long live brave Gladstone and his English allies.
    And not forgetting our own MPs
    Who have always laboured both late and early
    To drive from Erin those stinging bees
    I mean the landlords or hellhound Tories
    Who have bound our nation with coercion chains
    Despite those terrors we'll fight and conquer
    While Celtic blood flows in our veins
    They may arrest us, what matter sure if we go to jail
    There are men men before us who'll join in chorus
    With ringing for old Grania Uaile
    Now my lines are ended be no offended,
    With brave Parnell's band we'll join heart and hand
    In a native Parliament in College Green.
    Told to Kathleen Woulfe
    South Keale
    Athea by her uncle
    John Woulfe of same address
    John Woulfe aged 43
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    History Edit
    Topics
    1. genre
      1. poetry
        1. folk poetry (~9,504)
    Language
    English
    Collector
    Kathleen Woulfe
    Gender
    Female
    Address
    Keale, Co. Limerick
    Informant
    John Woulfe
    Relation
    Relative (other than parent or grandparent)
    Gender
    Male
    Age
    43
    Address
    Keale, Co. Limerick