School: Tamney (Robertson)
- Location:
- Tawny, Co. Donegal
- Teacher: Mrs Kyle
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 1090, Page 331
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- (continued from previous page)And breathe once more fair Freedom's breath in dear old Donegal.
IV
His conscience never felt remorse, for crime he never knew,
No doubt he'd be acquitted if justice got its due;
Perhaps 'tis better as it is, the laurels on his brow.
The blighting blasts of tyranny can never reach him now.
V
He died of typhus fever arising from a cold,
Such was the doctor's statement as in the Press we're told;
And we, my friends, may well conclude, with firm conviction rest.
His care within these prison wells was nothing of the best.
VI
Oh, what a glorious sight it was upon his funeral day,
To see three thousand marching forth, robed all in rich array,
Of stalwart, sturdy brave young men, who all green ribbons wore(continues on next page)
