School: Clews' Memorial (roll number 15465)

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1. Pat O'Donnell (continued)

   

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   Mrs. Carey aloud did cry,
   'Oh yes, I have, in my own defence, kind Madam", then said I.
   The captain had me handcuffed, and in irons strongly bound,
   And he gave me up as a prisoner, when we landed in Capetown.
   They brought me back to London, my trial for to stand,
   And the prosecutors for the Crown were Carey's wife and son.
   The judge put on the ould black cap, and the sentence that he gave
   Was: "On the 11th of November, Pat O'Donnell, you must die."
   If I was a free man, and to live another year,
   All traitors and informers, I would make them shake and fear.
   As Naomh Pádraig drove the serpent from our native Irish ground,
   I would make them fly before me, like the hare before the hound
   For the shooting of James Carey, I was tried in London Town,
   And on the fatal scaffold high, my life I must lay down."

   

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   Language

   English

   Collector

   Brigid Carty

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Sheegorey, Co. Roscommon