School: Millín, Séipéal na Carraige (roll number 16329)

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1. An Old Song - Rockchapel on the Feale (continued)

   

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   The fireside crew of old I knew, told many a stirring tale.
   Of Jack Ladrigan dressed in a suit of green, Dublin castle on his trail.
   The shoneens, then, again and again were met with lead and steel.
   And Leader's hunt - it showed the blunt of Rockchapel - on - the Feale.

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   As I write these lines, strange visions rise - I can see my native home.
   On Foley's mountain top I stand though far across the foam.
   I am looking straight towards Stagmount now, where the crab trees used to be,
   In Knockatoon the fields are white with mushrooms I can see.
   I am dreaming now of Foiladown where the clustering berries grew.
   My heart is aching for the boys, the pals of old I knew.

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   History Edit

   Topics

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

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Peggy Curtin

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Milleenduff, Co. Cork

   Informant

   Mr Patrick Curtin

   Gender

   Male

   Age

   78

   Address

   Milleenduff, Co. Cork