School: Baile Dháithí, Dunlavin

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1. Michael Dwyer (continued)

   

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   At once he was well attended to
   In that dark and lonely den,
   And oftentimes he ventured
   For a ramble through the glen,
   'Till word had reached his enemy,
   Before the morning daw
   The soldiers and the yeomen
   Arrived at Derrybawn.
   Across those steps and rugged paths
   They quickly made their way,
   And then the bribed informer
   Showed the place where Dwyer lay.

   A flash of fire, a puff of smoke
   Came from the rock, outside report
   Rang out and instantly
   The traitor was shot dead.
   It was there his lifeless body lay,
   Upon that lonely shore,
   It was sweet revenge for Dwyer to know
   He would trace his steps no more.

   For hours the bullets struck the rocks,
   And rolled into the Bed,
   Until the soldiers felt assured
   This rebel chief was dead.

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   Gender

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