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1. Songs - The Forging of the Pikes

   

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   I
   When Pikes were forged mid Ulster Hill
   Twas vain they say to seek a better hand than Sean O Boyle.
   The blacksmith of Beleek.
   II
   From morn till night, The flaming forge,
   Heard but that hammer fall,
   Which smote the steel and shaped the pikes,
   To wait the rebels call.
   III
   He saw his country bleeding then,
   A victim unto death,
   He would not live as Saxon Slave,
   Nor crave with cowards breath

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Mary Cowley

   Gender

   Female

   Informant

   Mr J. Kearney

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Cloonagh, Co. Westmeath