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

   

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   "The madman's flees gie chase, ye knaves,
   Gin ye miss the Bedlam loon,
   The Carney curs shall hae lapped your bluid
   Ere the morrow's sun gae doon"
   With a hissing oath the leader springs
   On the bounding quarry's trail;
   The started troopers thunder nigh,
   How their blood soaked bosoms quail!

   "Away! Away!" O'er bank and brae
   In headlong rout they fly,
   Hard on the rear they think to hear
   The slogan's gathering cry.
   Now, Murtagh, on for life's dear sake
   For ne'er had sooner need
   The stag that ranges Screeny wood
   Of his fleet limbs' lightning speed.

   This night, you must hear the streamlet plash
   Deep in Lurgan's hazel glen
   Or stay the howl of the wolves that prowl
   Round Hamilton's ogre den.
   But the level heath spreads wide beneath
   Soon the horsemen close around
   His race is run! His doom is spun!

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   John Mc Dermott

   Gender

   Male

   Occupation

   Student

   Address

   Manorhamilton, Co. Leitrim