School: Brúgh Ríogh (B.) (roll number 8572)

On this page

1. Ormsby and the Shoemaker (continued)

   

   Share Share Post

   (continued from previous page)

   It seems old O'Donnell was a cobbler by trade. "Ormsby is dead" said the coach-man. One version is that Ormsby died a sudden death, another is that during the night a mad cat tore his throat. Tradition says he is buried in the old church in Dromin churchyard and up to lately people threw stones into the cave where he is buried or as it is known locally "Ormsbys Hole".

   A poem tells of the event also :-

   I

   My castle walls are strong I trow,
   And long shall wear their stately seeming
   It's flowery lawns, its fountains gay
   And sweet the Morning Star is gleaming
   And far around the Tullerboy
   The face of nature's half Elysian
   But Earthen walls no more shall mar
   The radiance of Aurora's vision

   II

   Go quickly tell that cottier clown
   That he must seek some other shielding
   Before the morrow's sun goes down
   I care not where he finds a dwelling
   Tis done, the victim meets the blow
   With hoped that ever soothe our sorrow
   The Lord who sheltered yesterday

   (continues on next page)

   

   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

   Topics

   1. agents (~1)
      1. supernatural and legendary beings (~14,864)

   Language

   English

   Informant

   Mrs Joyce

   Gender

   Female