School: Roundwood

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Roundwood, Co. Wicklow
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Peadar Réamonn
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  1. A Song (continued)

    This is a song that was composed by WF Duffy in France during the Great European War where he had not even a sporting chance of seeing the old hills again.

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    III
    They live in contentment though plain be their fare,
    With those in distress ever ready to share
    They leave all to God, He alone is their king
    But should troubles appear: let'em all come they sing
    Of course theres a limit to patience I own
    As victory has proved, and as valour has shown.
    In days of oppresion, blind envy and hate
    You know well the story of dark ninthy-eight.
    VI
    To the hills went our fathers to fight for our land
    Bold Dwyer as a leader, we cherish his stand
    For five years unceasing, till eighteen nought three.
    He harassed unflinching our old enemy
    VI
    Ah; he was a leader, that none could deny.
    But afar from sweet Wicklow, Alas! he did die
    But show me a leader: as true or as great
    In the camouflaged heroes you call up to date
    VII
    A truce being agreed on, of course he ceased fire
    But through year's rolling onwards we still sang of Dwyer
    Till a change in our tactics conditions as well
    Then the man of the moment was Charlie Parnell
    VIII
    But thats an old story well known to you all
    We will pass the sad chapter of Parnells downfall
    But no brighter genius had ever shed ray
    Avondale doth bewail, and we miss him to-day
    (continues on next page)
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    Topics
    1. genre
      1. poetry
        1. folk poetry (~9,504)
    Language
    English
    Collector
    Liam Timmons
    Gender
    Male
    Address
    Roundwood, Co. Wicklow
    Informant
    Mr W.J. Duffy
    Gender
    Male
    Address
    Roundwood, Co. Wicklow