School: Ballycullane

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1. A Local Song (continued)

   “We long will remember that wet September, ¶ On Wednesday the 15th near ten at night”

   

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   But we were not thinking our priest was sinking,
   Until he took to his bed no man to rise.

   IV
   Oh son of Saint Patrick old Ireland's champion,
   That poor man's friend and the rich man's guide,
   When the (?) tenants were evicted

   Blessed Fr Joe stood by their side.

   This speldid chapel you've lift in our keeping,
   We shall enter it weeping and for you pray,
   On each bended knee your face we shall see,
   With blessed Trinity on our dying day.

   V
   We may know from his spirit that he did inherit religious parents at (?),
   To extend his knowledge he was sent to college where great honours he did gain.

   His youthful (?) for the church inclined on heavenly subjects his thought did fall,
   So this noble youth was sent to Maynooth where Dr Furlong made known his call.

   II
   From Maynooth College he was sent to Ferns where he remained for years (23?).

   Here he was swelling in his masters dwelling with repentant sinners at his holy knee

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   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

   Topics

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

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Mary Walshe

   Gender

   Female