Scoil: Caroreigh (uimhir rolla 6700)
- Suíomh:
- An Cheathrú Riabhach, Co. Loch Garman
- Múinteoir: Séamas Ó Cellaigh
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Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0883, Leathanach 006
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- XML Scoil: Caroreigh
- XML Leathanach 006
- XML “Ballyshannon Lane”
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Ar an leathanach seo
- In ninety-six as the moon she fixed
Her beams o'er Scullabogue,
The twinkling stars and the planet Mars
Were shining o'er each grove,
Where the Hessian brutes had bit the dust
And Cromwell's crew were slain,
Where the yeomen fled and left their dead,
In Ballyshannon Lane
I sat for a while upon the stile
At the Church of old Courthoyle,
One night in June when a silvery moon
O'er the rebels' grave did sail.
The scenes of '98 that I'll relate
Passed through my youthful brain,
And I prayed for the dead from Raheen that bled
In Ballyshannon Lane.
I passed Jim Moore and the old forge door
Where old (?) forged the pike
The night was kind, no rain or wind
Blew over hill or dyke.
At Furlong's gate I chance to wait,
And I thought how this youth was slain
The Hessian crew, this lad they slew
In Ballyshannon Lane
My mother too, God rest her soul,
She showed me where he fell
Across the lands, where Doyle's house stands
He fought manfully and well.
Beyond Kehoes he chased the foes
And many a hessian had slain;
Till six bayonets pressed through his rebel breast
In Balyshannon Lane.
In Keating's bawn ere the morning's dawn
When the barn was all in flames,
My three uncles fell, I grieve to tell,
That's Martin, Tom and James.
Whilst my Aunt Kate stood at the gate
Herself and child were slain,
And my teeth I clenched to be revenged
In Ballyshannon Lane.
This was the song my mother sang
Into my youthful ears,
And down her cheeks, for weeks and weeks,
Rolled hot and scalding tears.
My brother Mike forged me a pike
To take to the hills again,
And, if Ireland need, I am here to bleed
In Ballyshannon Lane- Bailitheoir
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