“i often sat i raptures and listened with delight.”
I often sat in raptures and listened with delight
To stories told by old folks around the fires at night
Of brave deeds done and victories won
By land and on the seas
Of smugglers, ghosts and outlaws and giants as tall as trees.
Some say that hookers too
By sturdy seamen manned
Were split in two on Dronacháin
About a mile from land
When captain Súgain smuggled goods
From lands so far away.
He was seen by King George's men
When scudding up Clew Bay
With the strongest straw-rope riggings
As tough as ever grew
And the Captain soaked in poteen
With an Irish rebel crew
He steered his way for Dawros Beg
His cargo put on shore.
And slept the sleep of Bacchus.
With the ghost at Dooneen Mór
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- John Conneely
- Dawros Beg, Co. Galway
- Michael Malley