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- (continued from previous page)And the judge to me did say
On the twenty fourth of April
Your life shall pass away.
And as I lay in my prison cell
I prayed both night and day
May God have mercy on my soul
Upon the judgement day.Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
- On a cold stormy night in the month of November
The moon and the stars lay hid in the sky
A female approached me in great grief and sorrow
Deep mourning she wore and the tears in her eyes.
I stepped it up to her and says my dear girl
Pray tell me the cause of your trouble and woe
For by your appearance I think you a stranger
Or where do you belong to I'd like for to know,
Kind sir she replied "I belong to Belturbet"
The fate of a young man Im left ti implore
I think that I see him as he lies there bleeding
"Edward Mortan my true love I'll never see him more"
On the first of November yous well may remember
A tendend right meeting was held in Cavan town
My true love with others united like brothers
With that holy pirate called "Father Dunne"(continues on next page)Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.