School: Scoil an Chlochair, Cappamore

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1. A Local Poem (continued)

   

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   from wild Sliab Bloom.
   At the deadly hour of midnight, each man
   lay on his steed,
   And through the streets of Cullen, we dashed
   like lightning speed.
   And o'er its hills like thunder to Ballyneety
   Walls.
   Where lay the foes securely with guns and
   stones and all.
   They asked us for the password, "Sarsfield
   is the man",
   "And here we are", our general cried and
   down on them we ran.
   'Twas God that cleared the firmament, the
   moon and stars gave light.
   'Twas for the Battle of the Boyne, we had
   revenge that night,
   And when he had them all slain, and left
   them in their gore.
   We took their pikes and baggage, their
   guns and stones and all,
   We built them near the old castle walls,
   we lit the foes well nigh
   And this we did right splendidly, and blew
   them in the sky.
   When gallantly spoke brave Sarsfield
   and fast we rode away

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   History Edit

   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Úna de Paor

   Gender

   Female

   Age

   13

   Address

   Garryfrask, Co. Limerick