School: Garryshane (roll number 1886)

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1. Local Verse

   

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   Come in and sit down gentle Kathleen,
   For I have a good news for thee
   Come in and sit down my old darling
   "Come in" cried the old vanithee.

   The old woman's face it grew brigher!
   Ah Kathleen a cara she cried
   Shure I had the gallant irregulars
   In my little cabin last night.

   In the morning just as the cocks were crowing
   A loud knock came to my door
   I thought it was the boys were returning.
   From the raffel beyond in Rossmore.

   I peeped through a slit in the window
   Such a grand sight my own eyes did see
   They were the gallant irreguars
   Wearing Eireanns old banner of green

   It was quietly they entered my cabin
   And stacked up their guns on the floor
   It is a cold night cried the bold captain
   To be crossing along dreay black Moors.

   Come fill us a drink and we will pay you.
   Though we are traitors to England's proud queen

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   History Edit

   Topics

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

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Josie Riordan

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Gorteenduvane, Co. Tipperary

   Informant

   Timothy Riordan

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Gorteenduvane, Co. Tipperary