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1. Poets - The Maiden's Dream (continued)

   

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   Still by the coersion I am bound,
   And my sons are sent to jail.
   But I do not fret I'll be free yet,
   Said poor old Grannuaile.

   VII

   I thought she had a splendid harp,
   Down by her side let fall,
   She played the tunes called Brian Boruma, Garryowen, and Tara's Halls
   God save Ireland was the neset.
   And the martyers died in jail.
   And I thought it was the last sight I saw,
   Of my poor old Grannuaile.

   VIII

   I woke then from my slumber,
   Excited in delight,
   I thought it was the clear day light,
   But I found it was the night.
   I looked all round I could not see,
   No valley, hill, or dale,
   And then I thought of the dreams I had
   And poor old Grannuaile.

   

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   History Edit

   Topics

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

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Mary Mc Knight

   Gender

   Female

   Informant

   Mr James Mc Knight

   Gender

   Male

   Age

   61

   Address

   Kilclehaun, Co. Clare