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1. The Battle in Ballyshannon Lane (continued)

   

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   In Keatings Bawn by the mornings dawn when the barn was in flames.

   My three uncles fell, I grieved to tell that's Martin, Tom James.

   As my aunt Kate stood at the gate, herself and child were slain.

   My teeth I cringe to have revenge,
   In Ballyshannon Lane.

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   I passed by James Moores, and the forge door.
   Where old Evoy forges the pikes.

   The night being fine no rain or wind blew from the hills or dykes.

   At Furlong's gate I there did wait the thoughts drove me insane.
   Twas by their sword that youth he died.

   In Ballyshannon Lane.

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   This was the song my Mother sand into my youthful ear.
   As down her cheeks for weeks and weeks rolled hot and scaldy tears.

   My Brother Mike forged me a pike to take the hills again
   And if Ireland need I am here to bleed.

   In Ballyshannon Lane.

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Vincent Egan

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Boley, Co. Wexford

   Informant

   David Egan

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Boley, Co. Wexford