Scoil: Cnoc Bríde (1)

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1. The Cavan Buck

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   As I marched down through Cavan town,
   It been on the twelfth day of July,
   Those Orangemen were in their prime,
   Their shouts and cheers would rend the sky,
   There was one Stickfoot Walker there by name,
   I'm told he was a master man
   A large buck goat he always kept.
   For Orangemen to ride upon.
   This buck been sturdy, stout and bold
   In him they all took great delight
   And let them send him where they will
   He'll run their errands day and night.
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   The bag been closed, and off he goes
   Until he came to Farnham's gate
   He met a bulldog on the road
   He asked him who dressed him as neat (nate)
   Whats that to you, the buck replied,
   I want none of your tattling prate,
   This day we'll have an Orange walk
   Lord Farnham I must not keep in wait
   That you would stop me on my way
   He'd march you down through Cavan town
   And hang you on the gallows tree

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