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  1. Mummers' Rhymes - Father Murphy's Rhyme

    CBÉ 0221

    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
  2. The Laying of the Stone

    CBÉ 0220

    You are a credit to yourselves , likewise to your nation home
    For you were the true hearted Irishmen that the Saxon for
    When you fought and fell for Ireland one hundred years ago.
    Chorus:-
    IV
    Cheer uh your hearts my Wexford boys come join from far and near.
    From Gorey, Oulart, Vinegar Hill, likewise from Monageer
    And remember boghlaw Harvey, Father Murphy and Wolfe Lone
    In whose grand array come see to day at the laying of the stone
    Chorus:-
    V
    We fought with gallant Wexford, Enniscorthy and new hoss
    We were led by Murphy and the boys from Shelmalire,
    Chorus:-
    VI
    For to conclude and finish and think it only right
    For true men like you men to gather here to-night
    And to recall to mind Lord Edward how better was
  3. Mummers' Rhymes - Michael Dwyer

    CBÉ 0221

    I am Michael Dwyer, Wicklow's insurgent
    chief
    And Ireland free from foreign soils
    Shall e'er be my belief.
    When a youth I read the sturdy tales
    of Fiac Mac Hugh's bold clan
    That brave O Toole whose want was
    e'er to lead a battles' van
    God! how I'd wish to see once more
    the green flag waving high.
    And armed men underneath it's folds
    prepared to do or die.
    Or wish in vain a day then came
    like bloody ninety eight
    When warlike men with vengeance
    steel, their homes made desolate.
    I joined the insurgent army and
    marched to Oulart hill
    I lead the Wicklow pikemen through
    many a bloody fray.
    And never men in battle stand
    boasts braver men than they
    In every fight I played my part