Imleabhar: CBÉ 0221
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An Príomhbhailiúchán Lámhscríbhinní, Imleabhar 0221, Leathanach 0190
Íomhá agus sonraí © Cnuasach Bhéaloideas Éireann, UCD.
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ÍoslódáilAr an leathanach seo
- I am Father Murphy to Boulavogue I do belong
Doubtless e'er now you've heard my name in the tune of many a song
For many years there I did dwell my faithful flock among
Then at the shrine with them I knelt
Where holy Mass was sung
The sun of peace in distant land long from its land to dwell
Began to darken in the noonday and soon upon the warclouds fell.
His cunning pit his engine oiled from dignity to shame Back by this craft of Castlereagh to wor [?] this land of fame
Martial law it was proclaimed
With death the gibbits groan and one thousand at the pitch cap and at the [?] moaned.
Although my calling was of peace how could I stand and see the fertile plains of Wexford waste(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)
