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1. Tom Kilheaney

   

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   It happened once upon a time,
   As sages state where sage sublime,
   That Tom Kilheaney stout and straight
   Prepared his pike in ninety-eight
   And from Drumkeeran did advance,
   To join the gallant sons of France
   Thus hastily equipped for War
   He journeyed on for Castlebar
   Where there he showed good Irish play
   Before the saxon ran away
   And often times that day he said
   Thank God the green waves o'er the red
   Next morning for Colooney then
   He marched with the Killala men,
   Where victory again did smile
   Upon the banner of our Isle
   The rank (rank)and file with lances long,
   Unfailing nerves and sinews strong,
   Their vengeful mandate did obey
   Which crowned them victors of that day.
   And brilliant was Kilheaney's luck
   Until he arrived at Ballinamuck.
   But by reverse of fortune there
   He had to fly in wild despair,
   O'er hill and valley maid and moor
   His life not for one moment sure
   That night beneath the hedge he lay
   Until it was approaching day.

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