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1. A Song - Owen Doran's Cottage

   “Jim Doyle now inside was singing, The Red Lad from The Harrow, I mean,”

   

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   One song that I know with the (name) Harrow in it is :- "Owen Doran's Cottage" My Father made this song and his name was, Mr Laurence Breen, Carrigeen, Ferns. The verse with the name The Harrow in it is :- "Jim Doyle now inside was singing, The Red Lad from The Harrow, I mean, He was sitting up in the corner And his arms all around a fair dance He was singing the Praises of Whiskey And you know he's the boy that can roar He had his mouth open so widely I thought he would shut it no more" Nora Breen, Carrigeen, Ferns, Co Wexford.

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   Nora Breen

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   An Carraigín, Co. Loch Garman

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   Mr Laurence Breen

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   An Carraigín, Co. Loch Garman

2. A Local Song

   “Jim Doyle now inside was singing, The Red Lad from the Harrow, I mean”

   

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   A Local Song

   I've been in Kingstown likewise in Johnstown, in Shelton Abbey and Bolton Hall
   With the great O'Neill of Co Antrim, but Buffers' Alley exceeds them all
   It would delight you on a summer evening to see those fair maids all march along
   All hand in hand they march together to Monagrena that fertile land
   Where the Buck + Doe in the parks are grazing where the fox + hare do they skip + play
   And the cry of the hounds make the valleys echo and shouts of Huntsmen crying, "Hark, hark away!"

   [ Made by a beggar.]

   James Gahan,
   Barmona, Boolavogue, Ferns.

   

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