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1. Dermot Donn - Rapparee (continued)

   

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   "Thank God! the Sagart's safe," he said "and now I soon must find
   A place to fight those butchers grim who press so hard behind."
   A mountain athlete strong and tough he led them far that day,
   Till near the Friar's Stepping Stones he thought he'd stand at bay.

   The hunters find no sagart now but fighting Dermot Donn,
   The man beneath the Chasuble has sabre, irk and gun;
   He crossed the foaming torrent, and beneath a rock he stood,
   The Redcoats fast he riddles till the waters red with blood.

   A score of England's hirelings did Dermot then lay low,
   While fiery flashes round him left the rock and gorge aglow;
   "Come on ye Saxon dogs, " he cries, "I face you here alone;
   My cry is "Eire glas go braw", and 'Down with George's throne.'

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   History Edit

   Topics

   1. seánra
      1. filíocht
         1. filíocht na ndaoine (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Brigid Mc Loughlin

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Cill an Dísirt, Co. Liatroma