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1. The Long Black Hand

   

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   In olden days when Sheamus reigned,
   And plenty crowned the land,
   A spirit was seen in Killeen’s church,
   It was called the Long Black Hand.

   No person ever passed that way,
   From setting sun to dawn,
   But was by this malicious elf,
   Half murdered on the bawn.

   The church in which she lay was built,
   By bolman son of Hugh,
   It was three long miles from Old Tyrone,
   And two short miles from Blough.

   Now Blough belonged to Andrew Lynch,
   A man of large estate,
   But yet he felt dissatisfied,
   The church being near his sate.

   Ten thousand pounds he would lay down,
   With thirty hides of land,
   To any knight on Irish soil,
   Who’d slay the Long Black Hand.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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