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1. Dickson (Dixon) Corragarry (continued)

   

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   In the year 1800, likewise thirty five,
   That date I'll remember while I'm alive
   I left Corragarry the place of my birth
   That spot I'll still prize above all on this earth.
   I straight took my way to fair Belfast town
   Where I was apprenticed to one Mister Browne.
   No fault of my master _ youth must have its fling.
   I next took a notion to serve George, our King.

   In the eighty - ninth regiment of fame and renown
   I became a young soldier to Guard England's Crown,
   And for that fair nation we quickly set sail
   And soon arrived there with a sweet pleasant gale
   I learned my fencing and exercise soon
   And then in the ranks I appeared in full bloom,
   But my wise Creator soon stopped my career,
   With a nod of affliction when no friend was near.
   In scarlet fever so ill I did lie
   That my comrades would say that young Dixon would die
   Kind Providence favoured and did me restore
   And now I am bound for the East Indian Shore,
   Hope cheers my spirits whilst ploughing the main
   That I'll live to see sweet Corragarry again.

   

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   Topics

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

   Language

   English

   Informant

   Joseph O Connor

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Boyher, Co. Monaghan