Mummers' Rhymes - Father Murphy's Rhyme
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the next to meet our pested wrath were the Camolin yeomanry
Strong hands that day the pike drove home with deadly accuracy.
Then on to Oulart hill we march by Boolavogue's charred ruins
With pike and pitch fork gleaming in the full flare of the moon
Then lay us down among the furs till morning passed and noontime came us for the fray
Along the road to Wexford town
With banner's floating gay
The North Cork came with beat of Drum.
And bantering boasts of victory.
Up, Up the hill they boldly march but never an inch we stirred
Until pike reach of our camp they were then bays I gave tje word
"Charge" and so they did like deer over a sheltering ditch they leaped down on the murdering burning crew like an avalanche they swept
Strong hands that day the pike drove home with deadly accuracy.
Then on to Oulart hill we march by Boolavogue's charred ruins
With pike and pitch fork gleaming in the full flare of the moon
Then lay us down among the furs till morning passed and noontime came us for the fray
Along the road to Wexford town
With banner's floating gay
The North Cork came with beat of Drum.
And bantering boasts of victory.
Up, Up the hill they boldly march but never an inch we stirred
Until pike reach of our camp they were then bays I gave tje word
"Charge" and so they did like deer over a sheltering ditch they leaped down on the murdering burning crew like an avalanche they swept