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1. The Wexford Massacre (continued)

   

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   II
   Had battled bravely but in vain
   The Saxon won the fight:
   The Irish corpses strewed the plain
   Where Valour slept with Right
   And now that man of demon guilt
   To fated Wexford flew -
   The red blood reeking on his hilt
   Of hearts of Erin true.
   III
   He found them there - the young, and old
   The maiden and the wife:
   Their guardians brave in death were cold
   Who dared for them the strife.
   They prayed for mercy God on high;
   Before Thy cross they prayed
   And ruthless Cromell bad them die
   To glut the Saxon blade!
   IV
   Three hundred fell the stifled prayer
   Was quenched in woman's blood;
   Nor youth nor age could move to spare
   From slaughter's crimson flood
   But nations keep a stern account
   Of deeds that tyrants do;
   And guiltless blood to Heaven will mount
   And heaven avenge it too late.

   

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Bridie Mc Kenna

   Gender

   Female

   Informant

   Mr James Mc Kenna

   Gender

   Male

   Age

   50

   Address

   Tamlat, Co. Monaghan