School: St Columba's, Buncrana

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   “Twas on a dewy summer's night, it hounds my recollection still”

   

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   And Oh! he pointed out the rock
   Where Father Hegarty was slain

   III
   He says there stands before you now
   The hoared cliff that drank his blood
   His head was taken as a prize
   His body buried where he died
   He had been living in a cave
   His sister from the village went
   Each morn my stealth and brought
   him kindly nourishment

   IV
   The soldiers sought him everywhere
   There was a price upon his head
   And soon by means of money
   They were to his dwelling led
   His sister's husband led them
   From Buncrana in the early gloom
   The holy priest he saw them come
   But how could he escape his doom.

   V
   He made to run and would have tried
   Across broad Swilly's wave to swim
   To stand and non would injure him
   He stood and soon before them reeled

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   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Colm Mc Laughlin

   Gender

   Male