School: Dalystown (roll number 15307)
- Location:
- Dalystown, Co. Westmeath
- Teacher: Kathleen Grehan
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0731, Page 039
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- (continued from previous page)'Tyrrell's march which was the signal for the attack. Tyrrell rushed on them in front and the English being hemmed in on both sides, were cut to pieces, the carnage being so great that out of the entire force, only one soldier, who fled through a marsh, carried the news to Mullingar.
'Hurrah! that shout it rolleth up
with cadence wild and stern.
'Tis the triumph roar of the gallow glass
and the sharp yell of the kin;
The foeman flies before their steel - not far,
not far he flies;
In the gorge's mouth in the rally's womb. by he mountain foot he dies,
Where'er he speeds, death follows him like a shadow in his tracks -
He meets the gleam of the fearful pike,
and the sharp and gory axe!
Their leader of the boasting words,
Young Timblestone was ta'en.
And his champions, all, save one weak man, in thst bloody gorge were slain(continues on next page)
