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1. Folklore - A Song - Tom Gilheaney of Drumkeeran (continued)

   

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   I think I'm worthy of your aid.
   At least I'm sure you must allow,
   If that you do but know me now,"
   So when he took a look at Bob,
   He says to him, "Fear not this mob,"

   Because your cause I'll rectify
   At any cost were I to die."
   The horse he grappled by the head,
   And the intruders quickly fled.
   Gilheaney brought him home that night,
   For all his neighbours great delight.

   They spent that night in mirth and cheer,
   Until daylight did appear.
   When Ferguson he did repeat:
   Im proud I lived in ninety-eight
   I'm glad Gilheaney did not die,
   So now I bid you all Good-bye"

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   History Edit

   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Philomena M. Mc Loughlin

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Letter, Co. Leitrim

   Informant

   James Gilroy

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Seltan, Co. Leitrim