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1. The Legend of the Big Woman's Grave

   

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   The Legend of the Big Woman's Grave according to P. Fox, Newry.

   'Tis now a few short years ago,
   When I was but a child.
   I lived a month in a mountain cot,
   Romantic, fairy-wild.
   My friends and I would often walk,
   The mountains o'er and o'er,
   To yonder castle on the hill,
   Then back to sweet Glenmore.

   One day when walking carelessly
   Across a little plain,
   We went for shelter 'neath a rock,
   Whilst pelted down the rain.
   Old Ned, the feeblest of our group,
   Sat lightly on a stone:-
   "This is the spot where Inez fell,
   And here she sleeps alone."

   To me the words seemed strange indeed,
   I looked him in the face,
   "Beneath this sod there lies," said he,
   "Last of a noble race."
   I asked to hear the story told,
   He only shook his head -
   "You'll hear it all tonight, my boy,
   Before you sleep in bed."

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   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

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   Topics

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

   Language

   English

   Location

   Long Woman's Grave, Co. Louth

   Informant

   Mr M. Mc Cann

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Glenmore, Co. Louth