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1. The Gathering of Clann Mháille of Umhall (continued)

   

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   And fierce is her soul behind her targe,
   As our clansmen that broke for France or Spain
   Lance or life in the reeling charge.

   we wandered away to war and mart
   But we found that she was more than life,
   For never was woman the pulse of our heart
   Like Banba, the mother, mistress, and wife.

   Now out of the south, the north, the west,
   When our bodies die, our wan ghosts sail
   In galley and longship, to find out rest
   Near the crumbling tomb of Grania Uaile.

   Up the swinging surge past Clare Island Light
   Wear silently in our spectre ships,
   And Banba waits through the fragrant night
   To give us at last the touch of her lips.

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Seán Ó Máille

   Gender

   Male