Volume: CBÉ 0481 (Part 1)

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1. Old Song - The Battle of Ross (continued)

   

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   Thus were we baffled, but not beat, sore stricken, but not slain
   Without the walls we quickly dressed our shattered ranks again
   While like the lion wounded deep, our rage by stronger burned
   As with one wild soul-breathing cheer we to the fight returned

   XIII
   Before a storm of leaden hail our foremost ranks were mown
   But ere the foe could load again our pikes had borne them down
   And those who fell, not broke and fled, like frighted deer, away
   Tho' Fairgate and the market house still grimly stood at bay

   XIV
   But now the curse that marred us once again misled our men
   And backwards forced with broken ranks we lost the ground we gained
   Again with weakened force we charged tro' streets of blood and fire
   And bath'd our pikes in foemen's blood before we did retire

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   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

   Date

   Aibreán 1938

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   Béarla

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

   Location

   Ros Mhic Thriúin, Co. Loch Garman

   Informant

   • Séamas de Faoite