School: Mullagh (B)
- Location:
- Mullagh, Co. Cavan
- Teacher: James Drury
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It is he that marks me as I stray
By good St. Cillín's tower
'Tis sad "The league" can't find its way
Into that holy bower
I growl and grumble passing by
That shrine of pure devotion
For that the "Cause" should ever die
Between me and the ocean.
V
There was a time the "sagart" bled
For Ireland's salvation
But now he seems to scorn and dread
A legal agitation.
The bark without a pilot led
The storm must overwhelm.
Ah, why forget your martyred dead?
Why, stand not at the helm?
VI
With murmuring sound I rush along
Through fields of grass and tillage
On pebbles bright I dance and play
When passing by the village.
Here at the Corner House I see
Old Ireland's cause protected
The friend of every family
By landlord's power ejected.(continues on next page)
