School: Cuileann Uí Chaoimh (C.), Sráid an Mhuilinn (roll number 3996)
- Teacher: Nóra, Bean Uí Chadhla
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- (continued from previous page)And burning was the flame
That hid within her bosom
Since first I knew the same
But her love grew false and cold
And her outlaw life she sold
For the Saxons worthless gold
She is the dear maid to me.4And woeful was the hour
I avenged her life and power
I slew my beauty's flower
When I know her perfidy
I drew my sheath and blest
And through grief and rage oppressed
I plunged it in her breast
She is the dear maid to me.
A Local Song
“And burning was the flame that hid within her bosam”
Ill buy you a new frock coat
Ill trim your hair in fashion
Youll be in a coach and Ill be Wenking at you
Tow Ral Row Ral Row
Tow Ral Row Ral Laddy
Tow Ral Row Ral Row my lover he is a dandyTally Ho Hark away to Cullen races we will go
There is no other spot in Ireland such sportsman can show.
