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1. Murtagh Mac Sharry's Revenge - A Leitrim Tale of 1641 (continued)

   

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   Might a grim tale tell of one deed of hall,
   That was wrought in that midnight raid-
   Does its blood-stained fold no message hold
   To the mad-man's piercing eye,
   Of the saintly abbot done to death
   On the steps of the altar high.
   Ah! this useful night he has seen a sight
   Might his darkened soul have wrung-
   A murdered sister's bleeding corse
   Neath the blazing rafters flung

   But that cry of anguish smote him not,
   And he laughed with fiendish glee,
   When the red flame curled and the black smoke furled
   Above his own roof-tree
   For life and gold has the wretch then sold
   The pride of an honoured name?
   Will he shield the Scot from the debt of wrath
   His Kinsmen thirst to claim?

   They had clambered now o'er the mountain's brow
   A moorland wide before:
   Sudden and loud thro' its darksome shroud
   A crashing volley tore.

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   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   John Mc Dermott

   Gender

   Male

   Occupation

   Student

   Address

   Manorhamilton, Co. Leitrim