School: Drom an Mhadaidh

Drumavaddy, Co. Cavan
S. Ó Murchadha
The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0990, Page 103

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  1. (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.
  2. 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.
    Mary Brady
    Drumavaddy, Co. Cavan