School: Doohamlet

Location:
Doohamlat, Co. Monaghan
Teacher:
P. Mac an Bháird
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  1. (continued from previous page)
    Our gallant sons of Erin, come listen for a while
    To I sing for you the praises of the boys of Erin's Isle
    They feared no death or danger, but they always presevered
    These are boys we have got in our Irish Volunteer.
    II
    "Hurah for the president the champion from Spain
    They organized all Ireland every man in old Shein-Fein,
    But the British sent their soldiers to shoot them, every man.
    But they conquered both the Soldiers and the orange Black-and-Tans.
    III
    Young Keenan from Doohamlet, they ran him off one day,
    They ran him with their bicycles, three miles from Ballybay.
    When they got him in the barracks they tortured him severe,
    They said he was a rebel and a leading
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
  2. Our gallant sons of Erin, come listen for a while
    To I sing for you the praises of the boys of Erin's Isle
    They feared no death or danger, but they always presevered
    These are boys we have got in our Irish Volunteer.
    II
    "Hurah for the president the champion from Spain
    They organized all Ireland every man in old Shein-Fein,
    But the British sent their soldiers to shoot them, every man.
    But they conquered both the Soldiers and the orange Black-and-Tans.
    III
    Young Keenan from Doohamlet, they ran him off one day,
    They ran him with their bicycles, three miles from Ballybay.
    When they got him in the barracks they tortured him severe,
    They said he was a rebel and a leading
    (continues on next page)
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    Topics
    1. genre
      1. poetry
        1. folk poetry (~9,504)
    Language
    English