School: Cluain Mór (1), Baile an Droichid

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Clonmore, Co. Carlow
Teacher:
Séamus Ó Laochdha
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    Then over ground both smooth & rough you could hear the beating of hoof
    But the black horse was both strong & tough & away from them went Franey
    Then after him in hot pursuit their guns out ready for to shoot
    Their horses they spur that parting brife will surely that day rue
    For not a mount there had the stride of that black horse that Jack did ride
    And soon the distance he made wide and soon be out of view
    For clearing over dike & mound he leaped the river in a bound
    And disappeared from view.
    Their horses jaded in the race then one by one gave up the chase
    When night fell down Jack made for Naas refresh me to for to hasten
    He ate four eggs & a penny roll & drank of whiskey a flowing bowl
    Which he shared with the black horse by my soul! for Jack was always decent.
    And now says he I must away many a mile before break of day
    So all his bills he then did pay for Jack was brave and honest.
    His guns he then did oil & load o to his belief hitched on a sword
    And now he says upon my word it would be better for them to shun us.
    Dighter the girths Jack Franey cried for & have a heavy road to ride
    And the night is dark & rainy
    Agin break of day Ill be very far, many a mile beyond Mullingar.
    So he kissed the girl behind the bar, the devil you are Jack Franey
    'Tis into the saddle he then did spring the horses feet on the ground did ring
    And echoed out over the midnight dim says he this pace will save me
    Sayd he black horse is sound in wind, a fleeter steed twould be hard to find
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    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    Topics
    1. agents (~1)
      1. people
        1. robbers (~423)
    Language
    English
    Informant
    James Byrne
    Gender
    Male
    Age
    70
    Occupation
    Farmer
    Address
    Gowle, Co. Wicklow