Scoil: Allenwood, Robertstown (uimhir rolla 1712)
- Suíomh:
- Fiodh Alúine, Co. Chill Dara
- Múinteoir: Seán Ó Clúmháin
Tagairt chartlainne
Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0775, Leathanach 027
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“Some friars had a hut in Friar's Park...”
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- Last Patrick's Day, in search of sport,
To Allen Hill we did resort,
Now in this place tradition says,
Huge giants dwelt in ancient days,
Not far from here we heard a wail,
Twas like a war cry from a jail.
And turning round was this we seen,
A troop of horsemen dressed in green,
And as they vanished fast away,
These were the words we heard them say,
"We'll ride abroad from shore to shore
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And their in peace go to our graves
That all our sons may live at aise"
An old man said this for Margaret Lyons, Grangeclone.
