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1. Local Happenings - The Wreck of the Ferry Boat (continued)

   

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   On steady pinion she will glide
   Unto the seat of war:-

   So Tonry from his airy height,
   Glides to the Cullagh shore,
   On a bridge of mist ten thousand sprites,
   Are rount his azure car

   Simon Hanly from Kilfegin; who
   Has been kind and good,
   As wrath with some folks who're aboard.
   For their ingratitude.

   With close-kint brows, he sternly vows
   To make thim pay their price;
   causing their hopes to pelf run off
   As melts the Winter's ice.

   From crest of Slieve Bawn where he sits,
   Not far from the, Three Rosses
   Neath a veil of fog, thro marsh and bog,
   To Ballyleague he crosses.

   As a hay maker doth with his rake,
   Draw rakings in his train:-
   So Hanly elves of every ilk.

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         1. folk poetry (~9,504)
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         1. the great famine (~4,013)

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