School: Clochar na Trócaire, An Clochán
- Location:
- Clifden, Co. Galway
- Teacher: An tSr. M. Peadar
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- (continued from previous page)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 ceannabhánO, 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.