School: Tobar Pádraig (roll number 4764)

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   “Just at the cottage near Moll's cross.”

   

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   She trade them go and plunder,
   That was the night of the great big push,
   When Molly loudly snoring,
   The man in the moon ran with his bush,
   Round the goats of Molly Mourne.

   One day they broke to Thomas Lynch,
   And on him laid bonaces,
   They scooped his turnips every one.
   Till they looked like smiling faces.
   That was the night of the great attack,
   When the mangold they were borne,
   And Paddy and Jack ran mad for a whack,
   At the goats of Molly Mourne.

   Had Major Haddick seen that run
   So rich for rural painting,
   he could have made a piece of fun
   To put the people fainting.
   The screen should draw a crowded house,
   And with laughter they'd be roaring,
   At the great retreat through oats and wheat,
   Of the goats of Molly Mourne.

   When they break out without a doubt,
   No human Being can trace them,
   And the neighbors round to save their ground,

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Informant

   John Ryan

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Patrickswell, Co. Limerick