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1. Barnane (continued)

   

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   Who came of Saxon spawn
   And ruled with iron rod for years
   The natives of Barnane

   IV
   The lonesome gables roofless walls
   Lay scattered far and wide
   For with the malice of "Old Nick"
   They cleared the country side
   The young and old, the youth and maid,
   The man with brain and brawn
   Were swept like chaff before the wind
   For ever from Barnane

   V
   And foreign bullocks fat and sleek
   Were browsing in the place
   That nurtured once a splendid type
   Of Ireland's grand old race.
   The race these callous tyrants spurned
   For even the dumb "bulláin"
   Was none of them as dearer prized
   Than children of Barnane

   VI
   Then down the mountain slope I went
   My bosom rocked with pain
   And hopes for Ireland's freedom gone

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   History Edit

   Topics

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

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Mrs Kathleen Harton

   Gender

   Female

   Occupation

   Múinteoir