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1. A Local Poem (continued)

   

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   I often went on a Sunday eve
   On the Garron rocks to sit
   To hear of "Joshua's" pugilistic bouts
   And a rebus from "Swallow the Spit".

   When you look to the West o'er Cashlaud Hill
   As the sun recedes from view
   Will you not recall many pleasant meets
   Of "Leggy Bill" & his "Eileen Ruadh."

   Patrick Greenan & Ned from the scene have fled
   To gain their heavenly reward
   From Glassdrummond's ridge are with the "Midge"
   Now laid in Latnamard.

   "Cub" Clarke & "Walker" have passed away
   "Ned the Bull" no more we'll see
   James Brady, Tom Whelan we cant forget,
   "Red Owen" or Frank Mc. Aree.

   

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

   Language

   English

   Informant

   W. Whelan

   Gender

   Male

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   An Ghlasdromainn, Co. Mhuineacháin