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School: Kilbonane, Lios an Phúca (Beaufort) (roll number 5482)

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Kilbonane, Co. Kerry
Teacher:
Dll. Ó Clúmháin
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0458, Page 208

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  1. Amhrán (continued)

    “Oh Kerry, sweet Kerry my own native ground, ¶ Where never the name of a traitor was found”

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  2. Amhrán

    “Those moonlighting heroes who of late made a raid ¶ Down at Castlefarm in John Curtaynes place”

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    Those moonlighting heroes, who, of late made a raid
    Down at Castlefarm in John Curtaynes place,
    They entered the kitchen with masks on their faces
    They boldly demanded firearms.
    With a rifle presented they followed his son
    Right into the parlour in search of a gun.
    When down from the staircase two bullets did come
    Which murdered the widows poor darling.
    A lad in the rank, a dashing young blade,
    With a gallant stout heart which could not be dismayed,
    He leveled his rifle which never betrayed
    And left the could bloodhounds their squealing.
    They fought and they rallied through parlour and hall
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