School: Sráid an Mhuilinn (B.) (roll number 14350)

Location:
Millstreet, Co. Cork
Teacher:
Seán Ó Céilleachair
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0323, Page 327

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    The train, it stopped to their surprise
    And a volley soon rang out
    "Put up your hands, your guns we want"
    It was our "boys" that shout.
    The Officer he being a coward
    He thought it best to run
    For he knew there was a sniper there
    With a double-barrelled gun
    The Officer, he being a coward
    He surely got a ball
    And by the papers you will see
    His name was John Borchall
    The soldiers then surrendered
    And marched out of the train
    And handed up their rifles to the
    Leaders of Sinn Fein.
    And while the firing lasted
    'Twas heard in Millstreet town
    But the Kaiser and his Black and Tans
    Were afraid to venture down
    But if they came, 'twas all the same
    A worse fate they would meet
    They would ne'er again see the barracks
    Nor the town of sweet Millstreet
    (continues on next page)
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    Topics
    1. genre
      1. poetry
        1. folk poetry (~9,504)
    Language
    English