School: Clochar na Trócaire, An Clochán

Location:
Clifden, Co. Galway
Teacher:
An tSr. M. Peadar
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    Oh ye brown bogs of Galway, did you take him to your breast?
    Our Sagart brave and Saintly, did you give him peace and rest
    On that night in dark November when Englands minions rude
    Had lured him from his humble home unto your solitude?
    A lying tale they told him of a soul in need of him,
    And when he hastened to the "call", from out the shadows dim
    Crept Black-and-Tans who bore him off and slew him ere' twas dawn,
    While the winds wailed in sorrow through the swaying ceannabhán
    O, cruel murder of our priest, our hearts cry out to God
    For vengeance on the hellish horde who dyed the Irish sod
    With blood of many a martyr brave of many a(nd) saint and friar
    While the faith of Father Griffin sets a Nation's soul on fire.
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    Topics
    1. genre
      1. poetry
        1. folk poetry (~9,504)
    Language
    English