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1. Thonnagh Hill

   

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   Composed by Mrs. McGarry, Drumhass, Annaghmore, Mohill, Co Leitrim mother of J.J. McGarry C.C.

   Thonnagh Hill
   Old Thonnagh Hill is sleeping still,
   Of her I like to spake,
   Wrapped in her whinny mantle,
   Right over Cattan Lae,
   The old folk used to tell us,
   That in the days of old,
   She was left there by the fairies,
   Guarding crocks of gold,
   If we got those crocks of gold,
   We would be overjoyed,
   We'd give some to the Government,
   To weigh the unemployed,
   For every man in Cattan,
   We'd buy an aeroplane,
   And with the lochremen and fairies,
   We'd send them out to Spain,
   And when that the Cattan men,
   Would walk on Spanish ground,
   The Reds would fly before them,
   Like the hare before the hound,
   The lochremen and fairies,
   Would fight with magic skill,
   The could tell the Spanish soldiers,
   That they came from Thonnagh Hill,

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Cáitilín Ní Ghiollariabhaigh

   Gender

   Female