Volume: CBÉ 0220 (Part 3)

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1. Old Song - Daniel O'Connell

   

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   One morning early for recreation
   Down by a river I chanced to rove
   Where I espied a maid in conversation
   Just convenient to a Shade Grove

   I was struck with wonder, I stood and pondered
   I could stand no longer, 'til; I stepped oer
   And the song she sang made the valleys ring
   It was Erin's King, brave Dan's no more.

   When I heard the news I was much confused
   I myself excused and I thus did say
   OConnell gone, Old Erin's son
   The brightest bard that e'er stood the day.

   To relate his Glory he was famed in story
   And Erin sorely will feel the fall
   For his sweet voice we no more rejoice
   And the harp is mute in Tara's Hall

   In '98 he raised the state
   Of this lovely island I do declare
   With grief oppressed he came from the West
   And he was elected in the County Clare.

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   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   English

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

   Informant

   • James Carey