School: Tagoat (roll number 5990)

On this page

1. A Local Song - The Kilmore Boys (continued)

   “It being on the Twelfth of April n the year of Forty Four.”

   

   Share Share Post

   (continued from previous page)

   1V
   "Foul Britain's laws, they are the cause,
   That we must go away.
   The fruit of our hard labour
   Defraud us here each day.
   To leave our friends and slavery,
   Tithes and taxes pay
   Before we'd be bound to those bloodhounds
   We'd cross the raging sea."
   V
   From Luther's seed sprang those ill weeds
   That feed on our sweet soil,
   If we'd complain your - would drain
   To threaten us with scorn.
   Our clergy flock through shade and knock
   Afraid their prayers to say,
   Till the hand of God sent forth the rod,
   And cleared for them the way.
   V1
   Let your country's pride be still your guide
   Those weeds will soon decay,
   Those tyrants we will flag and squeeze
   And turn them the right way.
   Fortune will smile all o'er our isle
   And long may reign our Queen,
   We will have content when Parliament
   Blooms in sweet College Green.

   (continues on next page)

   

   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

   Topics

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

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Meta McCormack

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Drimagh, Co. Wexford

   Informant

   John McCormack

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Bing, Co. Wexford