Scoil: Tullogher, Ros Mhic Treoin (uimhir rolla 14648)

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1. Old Songs or Ballads - The Burning of Boolavogue Chapel (ar lean)

   

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   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   But there's one I shall always remember
   As it happened not far from this spot;
   His countenance it was kind and endearing,
   And he spoke with such a nice brogue,
   That the story I best remember
   Was the burning of the chapel Boolavogue.

   
   When the Saxon was scourging this country
   In that dreadful year ninety-eight,
   The halter, the pitch-cap, and gibbet
   Seemed to be each croppy-boy's fate.
   When robbing and plunder and murder
   In this unhappy island was rife,
   If you but met a Protestant neighbour,
   You wouldn't be sure of your life.

   
   It happened one fine Sunday morning
   Just before the first bell tolled for Mass,
   There rode up a score of yeomen cavalry,
   And by it they couldn't pass.
   They wanted to get out his Reverence,
   But he to the rebels had gone,
   And there boldly had taken up arms
   The chivalrous bold Father John.

   
   Yes, he to the rebels had gone out,
   To give them the blessing of God,
   And help them to kill the North Corks,
   And that was a very good job.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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