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1. The O'Reillys of Drung (continued)

   

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   was waged through blood and tears
   If the ivied walls of this dear old church
   could speak, they'd testify
   That, they echoed to the cannon's roar, and
   the Irish battle-cry.

   (4)
   T'was they who built and endowed
   this church, for the glory of God's name
   Ere the savage dupes of a foreign king,
   did this sacred place profane.
   Methinks I see this great old clan, kneel here to adore and praise.
   The God of love, in the Scared Host, as a priest at Mass did raise

   (5)
   In the distance I could see Camp Hill,
   now basking in the sun.
   How that peacefulness was once distributed, by the roar of cannon gun.
   Ballincargy where the O' Reilly's made, their last and gallant stand
   Where they dyed the Erne with their blood for their homes and fatherland

   (6)
   Then, I knelt and prayed for my own loved ones and the friends of youthful days
   From Coravoy to sweet Bunnoe, Tullyvin

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Informant

   Michael Kellet

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Bunnoe, Co. Cavan