School: Clochar na Trócaire, Drangan (roll number 7232)

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1. The Walls of Rare Clonmel - by A Drangan Boy (continued)

   

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   'Twas then my tears rolled down with joy,
   For my darling's sword was there,
   His cheers resounded loud and high
   On the troubled midnight air;
   The glens and rocks of Corrigmore
   Echoed the groan and yell
   Of vanquished Puritans before
   The walls of Rare Clonmel
   IV
   Alas! the day had come at last,
   When the old green flag went down,
   The canting hypocrites had pass'd
   The barriers of the town,
   I searched amongst the heaps of dead,
   I know my darling well,
   When danger threatened, never fled
   The walls of Rare Clonmel
   V
   He died within my fond embrace,
   And oh! I did not cry,

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Teresa Walshe

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Magowry, Co. Tipperary