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1. Daring Dermott Dhunn - Breffni's Last Rapparee (continued)

   

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   (VI)

   The women shouted "Do not touch the vestments of the Lord,

   Spread out and fly" cried Dermot Dhunn and dashed along the sward,

   The Saxon's fire and down there fall full many of the Gael,

   The priest escapes and Dermot drags the hunters on his trail

   
   (VII)

   "Thank God! the Sagart's safe" he said, and now I soon must find,

   A place to fight those butchers grim who press so hard behind."

   A mountain athlete strong and tough he led them far that day,

   When near the Friar's Stepping Stones he thought he'd stand at bay.

   
   (VIII)

   The hunters find no Sagart now but fighting Dermot Dhunn,

   The man beneath the Chasuble has sabre dirk and gun;

   He crossed the framing torrent and beneath a rock he stood,

   Then Redcoats first he riddles till the waters red with blood.

   
   (IX)

   A score of England's hirelings did Dermot then lay low,

   While fiery flashes round him made the rocks and gorge aglow,

   "Come on ye Saxon dogs" he cried, "I'll face ye here alone,

   My cry is 'Eire glas go brath' and 'down with George's Throne.'

   
   (X)

   Then Captain Elliott rushed at him when all the rest were down,

   But Dermot meets his sable bright, and fights without a frown;

   The Captain in the struggle pierced his shoulder with a sword,

   But Dermot has the "kithogue" left to fight at Friar's Ford.

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   History Edit

   Topics

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

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Mary Rita Darcy

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Drumrackan, Co. Leitrim