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1. The Ballyshannon Lane (continued)

   

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   In Ballyshannon Lane.

   My mother too, God rest her soul,
   She showed me where he fell;
   Across the lands where Doyle's house stands
   He fought manfully, and well.
   Beyond Kehoe's he chased his foes,
   And many a hessian had slain,
   Till six bayonet's pressed through his rebel breast
   In Ballyshannon Lane.

   In Keatings bawn, ere the morning's dawn
   When the Barn was all in flames,
   My three uncles fell, I grieve to tell,
   That's Martin, Tom and James.
   Whilst my Aunt Kate stood at the gate,
   Herself and child were slain,
   And my teeth I clenched to be revenged
   In Ballyshannon Lane.

   
   'Twas sad the song my mother sang,
   Into my youthful ears
   And down her cheeks for weeks and weeks
   Rolled hot and scalding tears.
   My brother Mike forged me a pike,
   To take to the hills again,
   And if Ireland need I am here to bleed,

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   History Edit

   Topics

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

   Language

   English

   Location

   Ballyshannon, Co. Wexford

   Collector

   James Martin

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Raheen, Co. Wexford

   Informant

   Mr Paddy Martin

   Gender

   Male

   Age

   71

   Address

   Raheen, Co. Wexford