School: Taobh Breac (roll number 15227)

Location:
Tievebrack, Co. Donegal
Teacher:
Donnchadh E. Mac Congáile
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    22. “When fertile Carricklea is passed
    Tom Russell’s horse is gaining fast
    And lo! Strabane he sights at last
    And loud his horn he blows
    Fast Mary Jane has pricked her ears
    The huntsman’s horn she thinks she hears
    And quick the road side fence she clears
    And o’er the field goes.”
    23. “As on she goes in mad career
    The rector’s hope soon yields to fear
    For in the distance all too near.
    He sees the Mourne’s edge.
    ‘Alas to reach the Bowling Green
    Quoth he it beats her now I wean,
    Water and wall both lie between
    And Russell nears the bridge’”
    24. And now her swiftly flying feet
    The grassy banks of Mourne beat
    And crush the scented wild-flowers sweet
    That flourish by its side.
    On to the very brink she goes
    Where underneath the river flows
    When slips the treacherous bank and throws
    Both headlong in the tide.
    25. Unseated thus to swim in vain
    The rector tries but grasps the mane
    And struggles to her back again
    A glad man I’ll go bail.
    The other side is reached ere long
    Where waits a wild expectant throng
    But now the rector sits on wrong.
    His face towards the tail!
    26. As man and mare in sight appear
    Spectators wave their hats and cheer
    The mare nigh driven mad by fear,
    Pursues her random flight.
    The rector’s courage ‘gins to fail
    In dread he grasps the flowing tail
    That streams behind her in the gale,
    Thus adding to her fright.
    27. “’Oh, help him, lord’ cries one and all
    She’s making for the water-wall
    And if she leaps and leaps to fall
    It seals the good man’s fate.
    In wild dismay, aside they fly
    Help! Help!’ his reverence loud doth cry
    ‘May God assist you’ they reply
    For human aid’s too late.
    (continues on next page)
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    Language
    English
    Collector
    Donnachadh E. Mac Congáile
    Gender
    Male
    Occupation
    Múinteoir
    Informant
    James Mc Loughlin
    Gender
    Male
    Address
    Tievebrack, Co. Donegal