School: Cuileann Uí Chaoimh (B.), Sráid an Mhuilinn (roll number 4440)

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1. Donal Dhu (continued)

   

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   Of beauty fresh and free
   Her step was like the fawn
   In Araglen's wide lawn
   Her eyes were like the dawn
   She's the dear maid to me
   IV
   Woeful was the hour
   That avenged her life and power
   I slew my beauteous flower
   When I knew her perfidy
   I drew my Scian and blade
   And with rage and grief possessed
   I plunged it in her breast
   She's the dear maid to me
   V
   My sires were princes grand
   Whithin old Ireland
   With many a mighty band
   They held their castles free
   Till the Saxons within strove
   And an outlaw now I rove
   Lamenting my false love
   She's the dear maid to me
   VI
   But I've escaped the chains
   And its now I'm free again
   And in any battle plain

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   History Edit

   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)
   2. agents (~1)
      1. people
         1. robbers (~423)

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Patrick Lynch

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Euglaune, Co. Cork

   Informant

   Timothy Lynch

   Relation

   Parent

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Euglaune, Co. Cork